Who knew that on the first day of my fourth annual 21 day fast, the Lord would hit me with an idea so out of the blue that I shook it off, thinking surely he must be mistaken?
For a few months now, our middle school class at church has been without a teacher. And in that period, they've been floating back and forth between helping with the smaller kids and attending older youth classes (and feeling extremely out of place---there's a big difference between a fifth grader and a twelfth grader). I'm close to a couple of these kiddos, and I could almost feel their sense of "I'm lost!" as I watched them at church week after week, but it never once occurred to me that I was the one that should do something about it.
On January 5th, I started a 21 day fast that I've done for the past four years. And boy was I surprised when I sat down in church that morning for the worship service . . . it was as if God Himself hit me over the head with a big banner: "MIDDLE SCHOOLERS."
Surely not me, Lord! Brian is helping in other areas and I would need his help--I would never be able to handle it myself! And then, of course, I was reminded of my own words----it's not for me to do alone. And certainly not for me to do in my own strength. These kids needed a teacher. They needed someone to invest. Even more, I needed to be pushed in my ministries at church instead of always falling back to music as my primary way of serving. So after another week of fasting and making sure that I had really heard God correctly, I agreed to take on the fifth, sixth, and seventh graders at our church. And you know what? It. has. been. fabulous! Sure, we're still in the honeymoon phase, but the kids have shown up, they've participated, and we're all looking forward to building our little class into something quite special.
So be careful when you fast.
Or you just might get a little more than you bargained for.