A few times I have fasted and known it was God's will. Some times it was me. I have fasted more in recent years. Not sure why, except that it seems right.
Once:
The first time I ever fasted was in response to a need close to home.
A young woman I knew had given birth at her house. She was having a lot of complications afterwards, including an unexpected emotional and psychological response to (perhaps) the impact of it all. Her child was healthy. She was healthy, physically, but she needed healing all the same. Our body of believers took turns fasting and praying for a week. I was in the Sunday group. She came out of her fugue on Monday. Her healing continued for a long time. Her son is in his 30's by now.
Then:
I fasted on Yom Kippur. It was glorious. What can I say in words I can write on a page? I was called to it and welcomed when I arrived. Peace. That's what I can say in words. I did it wrong, though. It was my first time fasting on Yom Kippur and I did not know not to drink anything. So I skipped food but drank coffee like it was...coffee. God met me there, though. It was glorious. Peace. Funny, isn't it? A lopsided fast.
Now:
A few days ago I started what I thought would be a long fast. Mid-way through the Lord said to eat. He led me. He met me. It was glorious.
I think the point is to be led by God.
That's what I think.
Have you ever fasted?
Have you fasted and prayed at the same time? What happened next?
