“Finish the course. You can ride 15 miles without water.”
I swallowed hard and licked my lips when my thirst surged. That worked until cottonmouth hit and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Wierd how fierce thirst and force of habit keep me groping for a water bottle that’s not here.
I’m not content with my discontent. In fact, I’m downright discontent when my soul is not at rest. Which is, I think, as it ought to be. Easy To Please I’ve always been drawn to “low maintenance” types. The friends who take a 30 minutes to fix their hair and another 20 for makeup aren’t *naturally my…
Today is day 14 of the 40-day sugar fast. The last post explained why I’m fasting. This post is about how. Fasting By Faith & For Faith Yesterday a friend who’s fasting with me asked, What’s one thing you’re learning? In typical Abigail fashion, I proceeded to give her five. Then I thought of…