57 hours into the 72 hour fast. The physical is beginning to ebb its way into my spirit a bit as the fight continues. I’m training my son for football and the rest of the family also joins in. We’re on day one. Today we’ll time ourselves in the 40, 100, ¼ mile, # of push-ups you can do in 60 seconds and an overall general workout. I record and post all data on a spreadsheet which stays on the fridge to chart progress and improvements. By the first week of August, we’ll all be in great shape (at least that’s the plan).
This morning will be way more challenging than usual for me. It’s amazing how much we take for granted how nutrition affects every fiber of our being. Even thoughts and reactions are labored. Thank God for water, which I’m consuming well over a gallon a day of. Partially to hydrate but more so to satiate the yearning for something in my stomach….I know I’ll make it, yet instead of feeling victorious, I feel saddened….there is a light at the end of my tunnel (in 15 hours I get to eat), there is no light for those kids. We may be the only light they can hope for.
The question is….Will we be that hope or continue to watch from afar? How can we help? How can I do more? How can I make a difference? How can I impact, there are sooooo many. It reminds me of “The Starfish Story”
While walking along a beach, a man saw in the distance what looked like a boy dancing.
He was encouraged by the outward expression of someone dancing to the new day on the beach, and he approached the young man. As he got closer, he realized that the young man was actually running, leaning down, picking something up and then gently throwing it far into the ocean.
As he came closer, he saw thousands of starfish the tide had thrown onto the beach. Unable to return to the ocean during low tide, the starfish were dying. He observed the young man picking up the starfish one by one and throwing them back.
After watching the seemingly futile effort, the observer said to the young man, “There must be thousands of starfish on this beach. It would be impossible for you to get to all of them. There are simply too many. You can’t possibly save enough to make a difference.”
The young man smiled as he continued to pick up another starfish and toss it back into the ocean.
“It made a difference to that one,” he replied.
The older man shook his head at the impossible optimism of the young man, and then turned away and walked home. That night, he sat for a long time thinking of the young man, and determined that the young man was really affecting the world and taking action to make a difference. Something that the older man would like to do. That night he slept fitfully. In the morning, he awoke, went down to the beach and found the young man again. Then together, they went along the beach shore tossing starfish back into the ocean.