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Listen in to these beautiful thoughts from one woman who fasted yesterday. I found them a perfect picture of worship :
10:00 am
I’m not a breakfast eater anyway so up until now I haven’t had too much trouble on my fast. But, I walk in the break room of my office and see cookies and other sweets lying on the counter for anyone to take. I remind myself that each 
time I think of food I should remember why I am fasting.
Lord, for those whose eyes will read the words You place in this book, Father for them that deceive themselves into believing the lies of this world, Father for those that feel abandoned or alone and project this misery into a declaration of atheism, Lord, I ask that You set in motion now the events that will cause them to rethink, to receive, and to be reborn through the free gift of salvation.
10:30 am
Walking outside for my morning break I am confronted with the smell of all the downtown restaurants preparing their lunch menus.
Lord, so many people scurrying about. They don’t know I am fasting. It all smells so very delicious. So, Lord, there are many people scurrying about with resentment, anger, fear, hostility – all caused from something that You desire to heal them of. No one knows this about them. No one sees. Father, I ask in advance for those You will ordain to read this book to know they are not alone, to know that You are near, to receive the joy of Your love for them.
Lunchtime
On my way out the door for lunch, the receptionist offered me chocolate covered strawberries. A local business had left us some samples. Not my favorite dessert by far, but I still smiled as I passed through the front door. Remaining lunch hour was consumed with running errands, not much time to reflect.
3:00 pm
A gentle blessing comes my way. A co-worker that rarely speaks to me stops by to ask I just her partaking in gossip 
with another co-worker. The two of them were standing within eye distance but not in earshot. I didn’t hear a thing, truly. But, she asks me this. Odd. So, I took the opportunity to mention to her my most recent stumble with gossip and what a determinant it had been to the bible study I was teaching that night. You know, sometimes, I think God just likes a good laugh once in a while.
Lord, You bring to us people we are acquainted with but hardly know. And You have them raise the very issue we have struggled with. These people that will read this book, Lord, place the walking wounded, the forgiven Christian in their paths to show them that we are all wicked, all despitefully wicked – who can know the depth of it? I pray now for those who will be stirred by this book to encounter a wounded, compassionate saint that You are preparing even now to bring the good news to them.
6:33 pm
Supper time, as we say in the south. Kind, considerate husband is having dinner before he gets home. I do so love that man. This is the hardest time for me. Being home with all things quiet. I am hungry for sure, but there is a greater need. I think of how great God and how He orchestrates all things.
Even now, before even publication – and even when I do not know the words being compiled and sent to the publisher – even now, His heart is for those who will hear the message. He is setting the Host of heaven in order to act as He will on the souls that reject Him, despise Him, mock and ridicule Him. He will cause His saints to hunger in order to give power to the angels to carry out His orders, His instructions of overwhelming love poured forth to save their souls.
Little do these people know what awaits them or what preparations have been made to provoke an eternal decision.
I wonder.
At the time of my salvation, did God have such saints fasting and praying for me? Whose heart was my salvation layed upon? Will I ever meet them on this side of heaven? Secret stuff. Secret names. White Stones. Intimate fellowship.
Lord, how merciful You are! How remarkable! You are too good to us. I yearn for heaven, to know as I am known. To know my Secret Name, the name You give me, the name no other can answer to.
How sweet to think of that moment. Sweeter still to know that in the wretched state I was in, You still loved me, and not me only – but all those who hate You, who defile Your Name, who lead others away from You. What is man that You are so mindful of us? There is nothing I can do…I am in awe of such wonderful love.
I pray that what I know now, this wondrous love, fill those who read and accept the message of the book. It is an incredible thing to be the object of affection of the most high God. I join David in proclaiming that this knowledge is too wonderful for me – it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
9:00 pm
Matt comes home and we talk about the white stone, the new name. We all have our own thoughts about heaven. I say that I can hardly wait for the time when He calls my name, the name no one else can answer to, my name written on the stone. Matt says he thinks it will be a whisper. Jesus will whisper his new name and instantly be in His presence. Such thoughts.
Rev 2:17 – He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches; To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it.
9:30 pm
I’m off to the shower and then to bed. Very busy day tomorrow.My fast is almost over. Another day pondering the greatness of the most high God. When I’m in heaven, I hope to meet all those who I’ve prayed for today.
