So I suck at blogging. I’m okay with this. I love to write in spurts.. then I go on long breaks. I’m a writing binger. To be honest, I’ve really felt uninspired. I remember in school that we should just start writing lettters and phrases to get warmed up. I figure that isn’t really fair to the few who are reading this.
With that said this week I am fasting media… certain media. The two big ones.. the obvious and the subtle subversive.
One sits in the living room.. it fills the silence when Matt isn’t here late at night and the cat keeps making noises that make me think someone is breaking in. It also says hi to you when you come home and want to unwind. So does my journal but it isn’t as loud.
The other fills my most powerful prayer times.. the radio in the car. On.. I’ll sing to whatever is on. Drive by my car, trust me. I love talk radio too.. I’ll even listen to sports radio. But it fills space. It fills time. I’m an amazing car prayer. I can drive and bring down fire from heaven. It often keeps me from bringing fire down on someone’s car. Then there are those other times. Sometimes I need to be in silence. Silence is good for the soul.
Fasting is amazing because it accomplishes multiple goals. First what you initially were fasting for/from/about/etc. Then it accomplishes what God wants to accomplish. If that weren’t good enough, you get centered around and have the opportunity to crush bad habits. Like calling the Kardashians your BFFs (we will go back to being acquaintances).
So I set out to get close to God, to hear what he wants to do with me especially regarding youth. Three days in and I am weeping for the people of Camas, Washougal, and greater Clark County. I have a sense of urgency like never before. I was reminded that “By YOUR blood I was set free.. and that I am redeemed..” I am enough in the eyes of God and am made whole by his love. I feel emboldened to dream, to embrace the visionary within me, to risk, to try.
Yep it’s been good. I’m looking forward to two more days of a quiet-ish how. Can’t fast the family corgi. He barks as I write.