So today marks a whole week that I’ve been following the A Place at the Table devotional and have been eating a similar diet to that of my sponsored child, Dorcus. And let me tell you – this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.
Now, I’m not particularly adventurous when it comes to food. I don’t like spice or very strong flavours, so I honestly thought this would be a pretty easy journey for me in terms of the food. But it’s been a real struggle. There are only so many days you can eat just potatoes or rice or porridge (and let me tell you…I hit that day about three days ago!). I’m missing really simple food like cheese (I’m not joking…what I wouldn’t give to have a good old fashioned cheese sandwich!!). I’ve not been eating for enjoyment for the last few days, so I don’t feel like I can eat very much food because there is absolutely no flavour to anything I’m eating, which means I’ve had this lingering feeling of hunger for the last week.
Over the last week, this is what a normal meal has looked like…some tomatoes, flatbread with chicken in it and some potatoes. If I wasn’t doing this fast, I’d be pretty happy with that. But for more than two or three days in a row is not fun.
Last Monday, just three days after I started, I had my first feast day (which will fall on every Monday) which was absolutely beautiful. I’m so much more grateful for the food we have in England that is so easily accessible. Mondays are very quickly becoming my favourite day of the week (and I have a feeling they are going to be full of bacon and cheese and other delightful things that I’m otherwise not able to eat!).
God is teaching me so much about the art of thankfulness during this journey, and the importance of not relying on what we know. Eating the diet has been one thing, but learning more about God through this journey has been such a blessing. The devotional I am using focuses on the Exodus. I’ve been learning that this isn’t just something that happened all those years ago with very little relevance to the here and now, but I’m learning that I’m in need of my very own Exodus. We’re all slaves to something, and this week, I’ve felt like a slave to my eating habits. It’s been so easy to get legalistic about this journey and lose sight of the bigger picture. But the truth is I’m just as in need of an Exodus to the slaves in my life as the Israelites were to Pharaoh. This isn’t a distant, far off story anymore, but one that I can see into and learn from.
This journey isn’t nearly as easy as I thought it would be. But I’m so grateful for the lessons that God is teaching me through these forty days. I can’t wait to see my sweet sponsored child in Kenya, especially after experiencing the smallest glimpse of what her life is like. There is nothing that can prepare me for what I’m going to see and learn and experience when I travel to Kenya in just under four months’ time, but I’m so grateful to be on this journey.
Your prayers over the next forty days would be wonderful, that God would continue to teach me all that He wants me to learn. Also, your prayers for God’s provision for the trip would also be so valued. You can visit my GoFundMe page here.