Somebody Grab a Bucket!!

Wait... Not THAT kind of bucket!!

Not the I'm-gonna-be-sick kind, but the my-hair's-on-fire-and-I've-gotta-put-it-out kind.

Each year, I fast and pray the week after Thanksgiving to seek the Lord for direction for our church for the next year. It's an absolutely MISERABLE time for me (I LOVE to eat), but it's also an AMAZING time because of all that God burns into my heart.

It actually starts about a week or two before the fast begins, as my brain is full of storms (pun intended, even though it wasn't very funny).

This year, a couple of Fridays before I started fasting, I was driving down the interstate in the Florida panhandle when, all of a sudden & right out of nowhere, this amazing idea dropped throigh my head and into my heart.

Immediately, I was absolutely consumed with this idea. I turned it over & over in my mind as I travelled down I-10 for several hours (if you've ever driven I-10 in the Florida panhandle, you know all-too-well just how much thinking time that stretch of road gives you).

It has been burning in me ever since! Not a day goes by--sometimes not even an hour--when it isn't on my mind. It creeps into my thoughts from every imaginable angle, like that evil flame from that 90's movie, "Backdraft." No sooner than I can quench it from taking over my concentration, it bursts back into the forefront of my attention.

It just keeps burning and burning and burning and burning...

I can't wait until Sunday the 27th, when I will be sharing this idea with our church!

If I don't, I'm gonna explode!

You got that bucket?

I'm Feelin' Mightyyyyy Llllllooooooowwwwww...

I love the old Bugs Bunny cartoons: Yosemite Sam, Daffy Duck, Sylvester, Tweety, Elmer Fudd... Hilarious!

One of the gags that got repeated pretty often was the old hit-on-the-head-with-a-mallet ploy. I especially remember one where the guy getting hit would get all swirly-eyed, stars would shoot out of his bump(s), and his voice would trail off, slow down, & get really low as he said, "I'm feelin' miiiigggghhhhhhttttttyyyyyyyy llllllllllooooooooooooowwwwwwwww."

Well, I've been feeling that way today (minus the mallet, fortunately) because I'm on the third day of a 7-day fast for our church.

Every year, the week after Thanksgiving, I fast & pray for the next year. God has given me some amazing things during that week, so I have wildly-mixed emotions about it. Revelation is great, but starvation is NOT!

I've done this enough that I've learned a pattern: Day 3 is going to be the hardest.

This time has been NO different!

It's Day 3 & I hit "the wall" today. You may know what I'm talking about: you just feel tired. Tired and droopy. Like your feet are 60 pounds each.

I also fell into "the pit". You may be familiar with that, too: all of your food standards go as low as possible--so low that you have to dig a pit to reach the depths of their descent.

I can prove it...

I took Hosanna to Chuck E Cheese to for a lunch date today & the pizza smelled REALLY GOOD!! I felt like another Bugs Bunny character... Sylvester, when he goes to BA (that's "Birds Anonymous") to kick his Tweety habit.

"Just one little bite!!! I gotta have a bite... JUST ONE!!!"



Pray for me.