My Wife Dropped the F-Bomb

My Wife Dropped the F-Bomb

I was complaining to my wife last night about how I’ve been praying for something for months and still can’t get any clarity. I’m frustrated.

I got pretty upset when she locked eyes with me and dropped the F-bomb into the conversation.

“We need to fast.” She said.

I HATE fasting. I get headaches. My breath stinks. I feel weak and irritable. And that’s after missing just one meal.

Maybe I don’t need to hear from God that bad.

I laid in bed dreading the thought that it had come to this. Do I really need to fast to hear from God? I’ve seen the results of fasting in the past, but it doesn’t make doing it any easier.

I remembered this verse:

For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it. Hebrews 12:11

Fasting requires spiritual discipline. Can I make it through life without it? Sure, lots of people do. But I’ve found that the folks who are living the life I want to live all embrace spiritual discipline.

It’s the stuff no one sees that brings the results everyone wants.

Those ripped guys at the beach didn’t get that way eating Doritos and Diet Coke. No, they suffered for that body. They were in the gym while I was watching TV or still sleeping. They passed on the butter on their popcorn and denied themselves some things they like.

If I want the truly good life I’m going to have to pay for it. Even if that means being miserable for a while.