When I was in 4th grade, my dad lost his job. Even though I didn’t really know what that meant, I knew it was scary. My parents were always working 2 jobs or trying to earn money in creative ways. While Daddy was in this lay-off, he went to work as a daily, hourly construction worker with one of his friends. They worked all day laying foundations for houses. And in the middle of that, Daddy started fasting.
He was fasting for direction from God, for a new job and provision for his family. And I was in awe of this. HE WAS LAYING CONCRETE ALL DAY! He shouldn’t be fasting, right? I mean, couldn’t he get hurt?