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Friday Fast #1

A note up front: in writing this post, I'm not able to follow the author's instruction to not reveal your fast to others.

Today, we begin the first of the Friday Fasts the author describes.  When I read the subtitle, "Drink Only Water (Eat as Usual), I thought I'd have no troubles with this one!  Most days I do drink only water.  I rarely drink coffee or other hot drinks, and almost every meal is accompanied by a glass of water.  Each day, I carry around my First Pres water bottle with, you guessed it, just water in it.   So, no problem for me.  I'll get "credit" for this fast without even trying!  Then I read further and found this instruction: "Drink only water, without ice and without flavoring. Hot or warm water is okay."  Darn.  I love ice water, the colder the better.  I'm supposed to drink warm or even hot water?  Not my cup of, er, water...but I'm going to do it today.  I'm going to focus on the big question the author poses: "What am I truly thirsting for in my life right now?"  I'm going to seek what she describes:  "By making a water fast, you can really notice the empty, thirsty places within you and purposefully invite God into them: your own inner deserts in need of God’s living water."

Will you join me?  If you do, what do you find yourself thirsting for?  Do you find God's living water rushing into your deserts?  I'd love to read your comments.

--Eric

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