MazaAndI

WEEK FIVE

This was the week I came off my fast. However, since I didn't prepare properly, I had nothing suitable to break my fast with. Solid food was out of the question, I didn't have broth, and I was still very dehydrated. The one thing on my mind? Watermelon. I craved its hydrating goodness, but unfortunately, there was none to be found.

At this point, I could barely stand or walk. Living in a small village with only three full-time residents, my options were limited. One neighbor was out of town, and the other didn't speak English. My only hope was the neighbor who visited on weekends, so I reached out to her.

Hallelujah! She had hydrating melon that I could extract juice from.

Stay tuned for more about my journey and all glory to GOD!

WEEK FOUR

This week was challenging, filled with most of my fasting days. As some of you know from my bio, I have experience with water fasting. However, this time felt different, like I was forcing myself to fast even when my heart wasn't in it. If I could have transformed my heart to embrace joy and prepared properly, I could have experienced a new level of delight in this fast.

Maza was wonderful during this time. She didn't pester me to go outside often, instead, she stayed on the part of the balcony where I could see her and came to the window when she was ready to come in. This is how we spent those seven days together. Though I could barely stand or walk, I felt God's presence gently guiding me through each moment.

Despite the physical challenges, I felt a deep sense of God's love and support. This experience reminded me of the importance of aligning my heart with God's will, finding joy in the journey, and relying on His strength. It could have been a beautiful lesson in patience, faith, and the gentle, uplifting love of God, if I had allowed.

WEEK THREE

In week three, the repairman arrived to address the areas that needed fixing. Christmas was approaching, and it was the first time I truly understood I wouldn't celebrate it as I always had. I wanted to honor the birth of my Lord and Savior, but my eldest niece's research had revealed that Jesus was not born in December. His birth was tied to a pagan holiday celebrated in December, unrelated to the actual time of His birth.

VERIFIED BY MY INDEPENDANT RESEARCH
Inspired by my niece, I embarked on my own research using an app that tracks stars in the sky. I aimed to find the Revelation 12 constellation. 

I found it. I saw the constellation spoken about in Revelation 12:1-6. While my family and many others around the world were preparing to celebrate Christmas on December 25, I was preparing a different kind of celebration. Though uncertain about the details, I decided to make a feast.

SEVEN DAYS
The day before my feast, I felt spiritually guided to fast for seven days. I had already been fasting daily between specific times, eating only for 45 minutes each day. I was reluctant to extend my fast and even threw a bit of a tantrum, leading me to abstain from water for almost four days. I nearly died (I was already dry fasting each day). When I finally began drinking water, I struggled to keep it down. My reluctance stemmed from a previous water fast that resulted in a heart attack a year and a half ago. I feared it would happen again.

By God's grace alone, I completed the seven-day fast. It wasn't due to my emotional, intellectual, or spiritual maturity. We often judge each other, which is why many of us hide our weaknesses. I ask that as you read my updates, do so with compassion. Sometimes, I get tired, and that's when the enemy strikes. 1 Peter 5:8 warns us to be vigilant, as the enemy prowls around like a roaring lion. He probes our weaknesses and, once found, relentlessly tests us to see if we'll break.

During this challenging time, I called on the Holy Spirit for help. The following week was tough, and it took a long time to recover. I cannot blame God for this; it was entirely my fault. Anger is a disease that leads to bitterness, which, once rooted, is hard to shake (Hebrews 12:14-15).

As I share these experiences, I hope to inspire a sense of compassion, fellowship, and a deeper desire to draw closer to GOD.

WEEK TWO

This week, I finally got to meet the owner in person! He came over to the house, and despite the chilly weather, he brought ice cream. Haha! We had a great chat about the house. One of the topics was the front gate needing repairs. Funny enough, later that week, a windstorm completely demolished the front gate! I sent him pictures and also mentioned an opening in the back gate caused by the wind pushing something heavy against it. He forwarded the pictures to his repair guy.

To add some humor, I sent him a cute video of the neighbors' goats roaming the village, joking that they might be the culprits behind the gate destruction.

Meanwhile, Maza wasn't so happy about our grass-eating neighbors from down the road!

Stay tuned for more fun updates from our little adventure!