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.
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