I very distinctly remember fasting when I was younger. My belly would growl. My head would hurt. I felt like I might expire. If you would have told my 8 year old self that someday I would be beyond grateful to be able to fast I would have called you a liar and a fat mouth. Fast forward some 12 years later (hu-hum) I have not been able to fast because I was pregnant for 9 months and nursing for 1 year, but this past Sunday I had the first opportunity to fast since becoming pregnant. I can honestly say I looked forward to it and might I add I enjoyed fasting as well. I love the feeling of empowerment I get when my mind trumps my body and generates enough energy to keep it going and not give up. However, I will admit I had a little extra boost this time because Jett (7) also chose to fast this week. There's just something about a little one watching you to make you feel motivated to keep going. This also applies to quitting bad habits (stupid Diet Coke) or running an extra lap around the track. I would do anything before I would disappoint one of my small humans.
The power of the fast. I sure missed you.
Be the person you want your child to be. -Anonymous
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