I had back to back Mondays in which I failed in my goal of fasting one day a week. The first Monday I had a juicy hamburger shoved in my face at 6:30 in the evening and I gave in. The next Monday I had a fridge full of food leftover from a cookout the day before and caved again.
But this Monday, I got back on the wagon and made it through the day.
As a rule-follower like me, it's good to fail sometimes, it reminds me of God's grace.
And my fast on Monday was one of the best of the year. I'm FINALLY living out my 2009 resolution to hourly focus on God's presence (I'll blog about that soon) but being empty of food and filled with God's presence is a pretty good place to be.