Seven Days

We are seven days into the Seven fast…This is a “mutiny against excess,” a book and experiment written by the genius Jen Hatmaker. She takes seven topics of lifestyle, and simplifies her life in those chosen areas by vying loyalty to seven things in each area…Get it? Probably not…But I know that my heart has been dying for direction in how to live simply; how to clear the clutter in my life, my mind, my room–and Jen may just be filling that “Spiritual Mother” role that I need to direct me into living more simply. So these are the seven foods I’ve chosen to dedicate myself to, with no spices, no sauces, all dry dry dry [with the exception of Apple Cider Vinegar, Olive Oil, Salt and Pepper]: 

  • Spinach
  • Sweet Potato
  • Apples
  • Tomatoes
  • Eggs
  • Chicken
  • Rice
  • Avocados

You may have noticed that there are actually eight things…this is because I came to the realization today that avos are going out of season any day now. So I just added eggs today. Picking the seventh thing is by far the hardest part of stepping into this. My journal is scratched up from trying to decide what to make my seventh choice of food for the next thirty days: 

Eggs, Figs, Celery…or eggs…[final decision]

I don’t know why I can’t make up my mind about celery!

A few hours later:

Tomatoes. I’ve decided on tomatoes.

Someone sitting next to me today had this beautiful sandwich with melted cheese gushing off of the rye bread sides; ham pressed in between the two slices of bread and ooey-melted-cheesy-goodness. I definitely found myself drooling over it as I had just finished my spinach salad. With tomatoes, olive oil, and apple cider vinegar (can’t you just TASTE the excitement of that meal? Like firecrackers in my mouth. NOT.). And I told her it didn’t bother me one bit that she was sitting next to me with melted heaven in her hands because I was very close to being done with my fast. It’s almost over. 

Ummmm….it’s been seven days into the thirty days. Seven. Baby, you got yourself another five weeks to go! 

Sweet potatoes have been my saving grace. I swear, I am going to turn into a sweet potato by November 22nd (speaking of which, I just want to take a moment and thank the Lord for his goodness towards me: November 22nd is Thanksgiving Day. Thank you, Lord!). If I didn’t think there were some kind of health consequence to eating just sweet potatoes all the time, I would probably just stick to that for the next twenty three days.

You would think after seven days, you would be used to the bland food, and the constant feeling of hunger-even though I know that I am not hungry, I am getting plenty of food and fill, but I just want something with substance. Something with…chocolate. Oh yea. I want me some of that.

 So my mouth still waters when I think about the food I am missing out on, but I am so that much more hungry for God. I want more and more and more of Him. Daily. In every breath. In every thought.

And it is with each pang of false hunger and each tricked thought towards food bringing comfort (a chocolate covered potato chip after one of the boys’ tantrums would be divine), that I am reminded to redirect my mind to the true center: Christ. He is my Center. He is the one holding everything together, and making all things new. I am not letting go of deliciousness to be led to the dumpster, but to taste the rivers of Life that will never leave me wanting more. 

On and on and on and on it goes, it overwhelms and satisfies my soul…

Your love never fails…