Today at the office, Bethany and Jesse asked if I was dieting or something. I told them about the fast and they asked the dreaded "why" question. I told them that I had “no good reason other than God told me” to fast. Which is true. I can't imagine a good reason to do this other than obedience.
I'm so tired... just making these notes of the fast seems like a monumental task.
I’m starting to wonder if anything of any real significance will come out of this time (i.e. a change, something different, God speaking more than he would speak on an ordinary day of interaction…). We’re running out of days. Tomorrow will be THREE FOURTHS of the way through. Crazy.