the start of something beautiful

now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
and I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
what have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets

I want to do too many things. I'm going to stop wanting and start doing. I'm going to live my life to the fullest, all for His glory, in a way that I don't have to live with any more regrets. Hopefully, I can use this blog to document what I'm doing to change the way I live, starting tonight (or technically, this morning).

Reread Isiah 58. Jon Shieh shared this chapter with me at night prayer yesterday. It's about true fasting, how when we fast we grumble and complain about it. We are barely giving up one day, or for some people, weeks, for the Lord and all we can do is talk about how hungry we are or how much we miss Facebook. Fasting is all about the Lord. We should be taking the food that we would have eaten that day and feeding the homeless, the poor, the broken, both physically and spiritually. Every day should be a fast, a fast from the norms of this world, an attempt to break free from Satan's grip on our hearts and our minds.

Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter - when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?

Isiah 58: 6-7

When the opportunity arises for me to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to pray for the broken, will I be able to?