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Daniel vs Discipline--day 2

Today marks the first day I have neglected to run. In all fairness it was a snowy, wet, cold day and Katie had a stuffy nose. We have done a wonderful job staying regular with running every Tuesday and Thursday before getting started for the day and this was the first Tuesday absence. Not bad discipline, not bad. Thursday will host the first annual Friendsgiving Day Race, where we will meet at 8am and run for an hour and then meet back at the house for delicious breakfast foods. That should make up for the voided run today, methinks.

In other discipline news...

I used to always think that fasting was something you did when you felt led to fast. You fasted when you felt like there was a really important decision to make and you wanted God's guidance for it. Or maybe you fasted to tell God that you really meant something and wanted to show Him somehow. Those were the times I fasted--before getting engaged, before taking the job as worship leader, etc. But after having fasted for 3 days while preparing for my sermon on, you guessed it, fasting, I realized that fasting is something that has to be a regular thing we do, otherwise we focus on the fast (void of food) while we are fasting that we neglect to focus on God while fasting. We become obsessed with the physical needs while trying to nurture our spiritual starvation. What needs to happen is that we feed our souls on God while disciplining ourselves and our bodies to listen to God before listening to our own desires. We need to practice the discipline of fasting at regular intervals to keep ourselves honest with God and to learn what it is like to sacrifice our own pleasures for the greater good of the Kingdom.

Fast, drink, and be merry, my friends!

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