I completed a three-day fast yesterday. I know that God was convicting me on the matter.
Last night, I broke it 20 minutes early. It didnt seem like a big deal. I was out of gas. I mean, I was out of gas.
Well, this morning. I just felt regret for not completing the task. I dont know if it were the Holy Spirit or just me. But, I did have a vision of the finish line of the race. I believe that the LORD was telling me to finish the race. You would not run a marathon and stop at mile 26.0. You would do the “.2”.
Well, duh!
I will finish the race. My vow to God.