Yesterday, the Lord called me to a fast from anger.
Never before have I felt such tenderness in a call. Never before have I found the firmness of will to obey.
The moment I sensed the call, there arose like mushrooms after the rain, endless pops of situations that tested my patience, and tempted me to anger. Seeing the end of Lent in sight, and not wanting to gift my Lord on Easter with the usual mess of red darts, I willfully chose to rest my heart and will in Jesus.
And He fought my battles for me.
I came to evening weary and listless from physical tiredness, but also with a relief that no one did I maim with my anger. Neither did it find a refuge within my soul in the sultry hours of yesterday.
Because, for once, I fasted from myself and let my Jesus fight for me.