So this morning as I was reading and talking to God about somethings going on in my life, I asked if I should fast about it... again. You see, I have come to love times of fasting. Don’t get me wrong, it is hard. There’s a reason it’s called a spiritual discipline. Fasting may be one of the hardest things I have ever done because I enjoy food. I like making it, sitting down to eat it, enjoying the smell and the little nuances of flavors. Right now my fridge is full of the in

When I was around seven years old, I got caught up in the waves at a wave pool and the lifeguard had to come and get me. I’ve always loved the water and was a great swimmer, but being in the deep end getting pummeled by the rafts around me, proved to be too much. Later that summer I learned a girl close to my age actually died in the same wave pool and ever since then, waves have terrified me. Even as an adult I wouldn't go in deep waves unless I had a raft because of that in

“If only the Lord had killed us back in Egypt,” they moaned. “There we sat around pots filled with meat and ate all the bread we wanted. But now you have brought us into this wilderness to starve us all to death.” Exodus 16:3 This morning I was reading in Exodus and came to this verse, which is one of the many places the Israelites in the desert grumbled. As I read it I was so thankful for God’s patience with His people. I don’t know about you, but I am like those Israelites