This month was good. Not good in the sense that it was easy. It felt like discipline. The first few mornings that I fasted it amazed me all over again how psychologically dependent I am upon food. I woke up with the desire to just keep sleeping if I couldn't get up and have breakfast. I realized quickly that was a horrible mindset that completely undermined the point of fasting. But when I did get up I started cleaning, organizing, writing grocery lists, writing to-do lists, etc. It was as if I wanted to do anything but sit quietly and actually acknowledge my hunger and seek God in the midst of it. So from that point on, every time I fasted from a meal, I reminded myself to keep the perspective that I was withholding from taking food for the purpose of feeding on a spiritual meal. So I made sure I sat still and acknowledged my hunger and told God that I would rather feed on His word right now. So my morning fasts felt good. My 24 hour fast wasn't so great. It wasn't horrible. 12 hours in I felt weak and tired and had a headache. But I think what makes me feel like fasting for longer periods of time is pointless is I've never felt spiritually filled on longer fasts. I've just felt weakness. I haven't felt a deeper hunger for God, I've just felt brain-dead. So I think... what's the point? Maybe the point is simply to feel weakness? To be humbled? I don't know. I want to keep up with morning fasts on a regular basis. But as for longer fasts... I think I need to pray about that and seek God's perspective in it.