Day 7: Come, Eat and Drink
Day seven. God is always faithful to his promise. Always. I stand on the other side of victory, humbled and joyful to have witnessed God’s presence. Unexpected opposition, but my friend she stood weak and let the strength of God consume her. She didn’t just survive. She was victorious! And the glory goes to the One who carried her through.
I am amazed how God numbered these days of my fast. And timed them to perfectly meet my friend at the battle line. His plan was different than mine. I had intended to fast for eight days, praying one day for each member of our family, including Tom. But God has brought me to fruition on day seven. His number of completion.
These last hours have been filled with thankfulness. Praising God for his goodness!
For loving us enough to lead us to deserts, to slowly and faithfully teach us to trust him. Teach us that he will provide. That he alone is the one true God. Who will never leave.
For loving us enough to lead us into battle, to show us that he will make his people victorious. That in our weakness, his strength is glorified.
For loving us enough to give us stories of hope. To give us opportunities to pray for others.
And for loving us enough to become flesh, the only source of true nourishment for our spirits. The Bread of Life. The Living Water.
Come, eat and drink.