In the wilderness for forty days,
… he ate nothing at all.
Fasting, I am aware of my privilege:
food at every turn.
May I never take it for granted.
I am aware of my desire,
my conviction that it matters.
Set me free from believing I need what I want.
I am mindful of the hungry,
who will not break fast tomorrow.
May I never eat without them.
I am habituated to fueling for the race,
consuming calories for a hectic pace.
Slow me down tomorrow, too.
The longer I am hungry the deeper my desire,
the wider— not for food, for you.
Deepen my hunger for you.
Satisfy me, and keep me wanting more.
—March 13, 2019