When we bought our land,
We lived almost two years before moving,
A long time of transition.
Desperate for some direction,
Or at least some reassurance
We were not crazy,
I spent a day fasting. It was amazing.
I felt the chains breaking,
The fear that held me captive, released.
And all was good for a week or two,
When I felt overwhelmed again,
And fasted again. It was horrible.
Mystified, I mentioned this to a mentor.
She gave a knowing nod.
“You can’t return to that mountain,”
By which, I believe, she meant that
Since His mercies are new every morning,
Don’t look to yesterday’s mercy today.
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