I wonder if I have equated emotionally moving responses too closely with the spiritual? I don't think so. This weekend definitely saw the movement of the spirit. I think my difficulty is something else altogether.
Have you ever had a sudden desire to do something? Play an instrument, rebuild an engine, prepare a culinary masterpiece? You run off and start practicing and preparing. But once you do it for a couple days you realize it doesn't happen with a snap of the fingers. Its what Jesus talked about with counting the cost. His yoke is "easy" but we tend to forget the cost is high. We must sacrifice all.
I believe spiritual disciplines help us bridge the gap between the "wanting" and "doing". I felt more convicted about God's ability to change me this weekend because of the brokenness and humility this gloriously difficult fasting experience has forced upon me. I just can't make it through a day without God. I feel the weight of this continually. He is the only one who can bring me relief when my bodily desire to be satiated is so overwhelmingly strong.
5:00pm weight 194lbs.
Still haven't decided when to switch to liquids. I feel like I am finding a good pace physically though. Maybe it was just the beach.