Is This Not the Fast I Have Chosen?

“Rather is not this the fast that I have chosen: to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the bonds of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and that you break every enslaving yoke? is it not to divide your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house – when you see the naked, that you cover him, and that you hide not yourself from the needs of your own flesh and blood? Then shall your light break forth like the morning, and your healing (your restoration and the power of a new life) shall spring forth speedily; your righteousness (your rightness, your justice, and your right relationship with God) shall go before you, conducting you to peace and prosperity, and the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.” – Isaiah 58:6-8 (amplified)

We have a high chair in the corner of our kitchen now, with a baby doll tossed underneath. An assortment of toys and sippy cups make a trail down the hall and into the living room, leading to a basket full of board books and a mini trampoline. All signs of the new life in our house.

On Thursday we welcomed a young mom, Shelby, and her two kids (ages one and two) into the Tracy House family.

Their move came on the tail end of a week-long fast with the Collaborative, where we met nightly to bare our hearts in vulnerable confession and prayer, journeying together through repentance, humility, faith, intimacy with God, calling, and the anointing of the Holy Spirit. During the days I sat with my open journal and empty belly and let ache and hurts, fears of failure and dread of rejection, rise up from the muddy depths of my heart (as Richard Foster wrote, “More than any other Discipline, fasting reveals the things that control us.” – Celebration of Discipline, p. 55). The fast left me feeling a bit raw and weary by the end of the week.

But now I’m settling back into a new sense of life here, embracing the increased noise and movement and vibrancy that a house full of kids brings. This morning I woke up earlier to spend those last couple hours of dark and quiet with the Lord before the house woke up. Then Derek and I sat in our sunny kitchen and had breakfast with the kiddos. After breakfast I cleaned the kitchen and danced with the kids on the newly swept floor. Then I sat and read Angel a book.

I think I could get used to this….

Lindsay with Shelby and her family right after her baptism on Independence Day this summer

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