I haven't eaten or slept for four days. That's not that big of a deal taken into consideration.
People too oft say they're broken. I realize I'm the exact opposite. You see, when I went into the woods in Tennessee to fast for 18 days, I had hoped for one thing. To cry for Murphy.
I studied extensively about fasting prior and in everything I read, they all said that after the physical release, there is an emotional one. That never happened to me and after 18 days of starving myself I prayed for it. Hell, I begged for it. But it never came.
I never cried. This is not a good thing.
I think I've been trying to break myself ever since but to no avail. Every day I get a text or message or email about yet another dog being diagnosed with cancer. I didn't realize this when I started this mission but I can shoulder this responsibility as far and as long as God gives me the strength to. The prayer I prayed each day on the road was, 'Thank you for blessing me with this mission. May Your Grace and Glory be my guide today."
It has. But I think I need to break now.