Last night I had a dream about ending my 21-day water fast early. My husband thinks I should only do 14 days out of 21. I think he’s concerned for me. In the fleshly sense, I too am concerned about the impact of such a long fast on my health. I don’t carry a lot of extra weight. However, I made a promise. And after my dream last night, it feels a bit easier to not back down. Once my resolve returned, the sense of shame that lingered after the dream vanished.
Keeping promises matters. And the reading from psalms this morning further strengthened my resolve.
Psalm 15: 1-5
Lord, who can dwell in your tent?
Who can live on your holy mountain?
The one who lives blamelessly, practices righteousness,
and acknowledges the truth in his heart—
who does not slander with his tongue,
who does not harm his friend
or discredit his neighbour,
who despises the one rejected by the Lord[a]
but honours those who fear the Lord,
who keeps his word whatever the cost,
who does not lend his silver at interest
or take a bribe against the innocent—
the one who does these things will never be shaken.
One Day at a Time
That said, as much as promises matter, I am being prudent and monitoring health parameters daily. If there is any risk of permanent damage or loss of life, I will stop. For now, I will take it one day at a time and allow Him to carry me through. As for the ‘whatever the cost’ part in the psalm above, it doesn’t include suicide. So if I have to modify the fast and shift from water to broth/liquids or OMAD, that is what I will do.
God told me yesterday that I had done enough. I do not need to fast to please Him. He gave me the dream to show me that I need to give it my very best shot for me. I need to learn to keep my promises and not stop at the first hurdle–something I have done many times in the past.