I'm a quitter.
Sooooo in December 2017, I was supposed to fast to pray for the new year. It wasn't an extreme fast, doable on all accounts. I say that to say I could have done it, but didn't. I do this so much when it comes to fasting. Praying, I got it; singing super duper loud during worship, I got it; leading/starting ministries, I got that too. (Of course with the help of God for all you super spiritual people out there.) But fasting, not so much. I honestly think I've only completed one fast in my entire life. The whole 27 almost 28 years of my life. If the fast lasted more than one day, I'm not doing it. So I'm a quitter. And today, as I quitted yet another fast, I sit and wonder... how does this affect my life? Why do I keep quitting? It's not because I'm incapable. It's not because I'm hungry and thought I was going to die. So what is it? Why do I sabotage each fast God or I set before me? I'm still waiting on the answer to those questions, but I wi...