Food, Health, Life, Not by Bread Alone

Not by Bread Alone: Day 3/40

I’ve made it. I’m finishing up day 3 of this 40-day journey, and I’m beginning to see how hard this will be. I was definitely more physically tired today. I wasn’t really nauseated, dizzy, or light-headed, but I definitely felt like I was putting more of my focus into tasks that I should be able to complete with little thought.

I’ve found myself praying more. I have to say that’s a wonderful change as prayer is always my seemingly last resort (although it should be my first continually).

I’ve also felt some internal changes as well. As I’m tiring and as my body is learning to operate without solid food, my emotions are a little sensitive. When the physical flesh is weak, the spiritual/sinful flesh seems to raise its ugly head in order that I appear dominant/in control within my moments of true weakness. I think it’s neat how the Lord hasn’t wasted time to show me my pride, arrogance, independence, lack of focus on eternity, etc.

My interactions with others have been much more purposeful as well, as I feel like devoting to serving others is going to have to be something I purpose to do and strive for harder than I would if I weren’t as tired …or hungry.

Today I think I’ve craved every food under the sun except sugar.  Anything and everything – even just one of the fish crackers Aaron had tonight – sounds amazing. Drool… 😉

Keeping accountable to Mandy has been really helpful. It’s a wonderful thing to shoot each other a text asking how the other is doing, asking for prayer, or just offering encouragement.  This is what it should be like daily anyway in regards to real-life, the daily things we face, and most-importantly, our spiritual walks with Christ.

It’s late, and I’m tired…. the storm is coming tonight, and I’m excited. I love it!

1 thought on “Not by Bread Alone: Day 3/40”

  1. I love these storms we’ve been having lately, too! Don’t know why I like hearing the thunder and seeing the flashes of lightning so much. When I was younger, I hated them because they scared me.

    On another topic . . . it seems when things are hard, we always see how much we fall short. Just something I’ve found to be true in my own life.

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