Day Five, Raw Vegan, 6:30 am.I would LOVE a bowl of Cheerio's and milk, and not a green juice. How do I feel? Loads of energy, and bogged down at the same time. Every time you sacrifice a desire for a greater good, you mourn the loss, and are tempted to quit and go back to the comfortable way you were used to, but for me this is more of a spiritual fast of sorts. I desire so much for my husband to have his life back--to see him vital and strong and free of the powerful drugs that mire him down. I desire this so much, and I take seriously the fact that we are bound as one in marriage. As his body heals, I want to offer up those little sufferings (this morning, cereal) as a prayer, an abandonment to God, that I trust my husband will be well again.
As I stood next to Ryan at the juicer, putting in kale, greens of all colors, fruits, whatever God designed, I saw pouring from the spout the most beautiful colors, the vibrancy of life. Everything we are eating is "raw", or just as it is found in nature. We may chop it or squeeze the juice out of it, but we don't heat it or alter the vital nutrients present in each food. As I blended up a morning smoothie watching that rainbow of nutrients swirl together, I was reminded of what my son Levi innocently said the first time he saw the juicer, "Mommy, it looks like your making medicine." I actually got choked up, and thought, "Well it's God's perfect medicine for Daddy." You know, even if this doesn't heal him, he sure feels a hell of a lot better after only five days, and I am certain that through this fast, whether or not our bodies are transformed, I am sure our spirits will be. After all, there is nothing worse than a broken Spirit; not even a broken body.
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