Linking up with my favorite people over at Five Minute Friday. The theme?
It’s a good one.
Kinda scary accurate, actually.
It’s like Kate Motaung totally knows me. That poor woman.
Ok, so this week I explained to you my Congo fast, right? I think we’re at almost half way, and so far it’s been a piece of cake.
Cake. I miss you.
And, if you know me at all, you realize that all this glib talk of pastry is just a call for help. This is tough, people.
This Congo fast? There’s not really a truly hungry element here. I am not starving. In fact, the author of the book we’re using, Chris Seay, makes it very clear that quantity is fine. It’s just WHAT we’re eating makes me kinda… itchy for cake. It’s not a hunger we’re dealing with here. It’s a restlessness.
So, also: I cheated.
Last Saturday, something snapped and that night I found myself scarfing graham crackers, off-brand cheezits from Dollar General, and marshmallows.
Y’ALL. I DON’T EVEN LIKE MARSHMALLOWS.
Also, my husband was in the other room, and I found myself SHOVING FOOD IN MAH MOUTH as silently as possible, like a stealthy chipmunk.
A very guilty chipmunk.
So, way back, long ago, when this whole thing started (that was thirteen days ago, my friends. It seems like it was 2014), my friend Kate (Aka the master manipulator who totally bamboozled me into this whole thing) told me it was ok to write about all this. Wow, that is a humdinger of a sentence.
I asked her if the Congo fast had a place in my blog. Would writing about it be too “HEY LOOK AT ME I AM FASTING HOW COOL AM I? SUPER CHRISTIAN WOMAN IN DA HOUUUUUUUSE.” Because whenever I blog about anything I like to channel 80’s hip hop diction. It’s how I roll, yo.
Kate said it would be fine. It might help others and there’s always accountability.
Sigh. Accountability Shmacountability.
So, I had two choices today. I could tell you how marvelous the whole Lenten Congo Fastapalozza is a spiritual walk in the park. And… therefore…
This would be me:
Instead, I am gonna fess up and tell you how a graham cracker and some stale marshmallows broke me like a twig.
Oh my goodness. GUYS. I just realized. I coulda at least made a S’MORE with my rebellion. WHAT is wrong with me? If I’m gonna screw up I should make it COUNT.
See? Isn’t it a good thing I’m being accountable here? Because then you are welcome to watch me unravel before your eyes. I’m a cautionary tale, in human form.
I’ll keep you posted. Hopefully there will be no more marshmallow shenanigans.
I have Enough. We all have more than Enough. We don’t even know. I was so used to always having MORE than Enough that I lost sight of Who is Enough.
Enough is enough.
Oh my soul, I love your upfront, manic, and honest words, I’m still laughing but also still loving that someone else GETS it. I may have given you a fist bump through the screen. Thankful for your post today, you have no idea how much. Glad to visit and become a fan from Kate’s #fmf linkup today, visiting from #47!
Thank you dear lady!!