I lay back in my big leather recliner and closed my eyes, letting the energy flow downward to my stomach. I felt like my life would continue for a few more hours. I didn’t want to move a muscle, laying with my head back and breathing deeply.
A few minutes earlier I was shaking from hunger as I helped put the finishing touches to dinner. Then after saying the blessing to close the fast, the taste of the chili and chips smothered in cheese, guacamole and sour cream with a garnish of chives, was heaven to taste and it was hard not to eat like a ravenous wolf.
My body has never liked the feeling of hunger. Fast day has always been a little hard for me because I don’t like to be hungry. Go figure.
As I lay back, I thought of all my blessings in such abundance. The comfortable home and the sound of little voices and laughter in my ears gave me a sense of fulfillment and a feeling of gratitude for my sweet companion and family. Just thinking about the blessings that the Lord has so freely given me made me feel loved and special.
Sunday afternoon after breaking a fast and being weak from hunger can be a difficult thing to associate with spirituality, but it does bring me closer to the spirit as I recognize more fully the need for constant dependence on physical nourishment for survival.
I suppose that is why it is difficult to get a testimony that fasting is one of the Lords commandments. However I have learned that after a trial, the sweetness of the gospel is more evident and it is easier to feel God’s love for me.
I am grateful for his hand in my life.
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