It is now day 6 of my fast.  I am uninspired.  To eat.  Anything.  Little did I realize how much food inspired my day, something to look forward to.  I love to cook and actually get excited to try to new things and see how they taste.  Last night I tried a "hash" with chicken, sweet potatoes and spinach.  I threw some rosemary in there to hope to give it some flavor.  It was eaten with a poached egg over it.  If compared to baseball at-bats, it was a bunt that dribbled 3 inches from home plate.  I now feel like I could probably say sayonara to sweet potatoes forever.  Yet, I have 24 more days to eat it, but who's counting? 

On the positive side, I am reading Hunger for God by John Piper.  I have gleaned wonderful gems from it so far.  The reason we fast is because "there is an ache inside every Christian that Jesus is not here as fully and intimately and as powerfully and as gloriously as we want him to be.  We hunger for so much more."  And I love this part: "Fasting is a hunger for all the fullness of God, aroused by the aroma of Jesus' love, and by the taste of God's goodness."  Okay, that does inspire me, and I guess that's the point. 

Sayonara