Preparing to Deliver God's Word on a Full Stomach

Now I realize why I never do it. Here I sit, meditating on God's Word on a full stomach. I prayed a prayer on my way to picking up Baja Fresh. I said, "Lord, tomorrow let me preach so full off Your Word that I'm about to explode!" Then I got my Quesadillas. And now I'm stuffed. My spirit man attempting to levitate to the very state that my flesh has found comfort. And now I know why I always fast before I deliver God's Word. I suppose this wouldn't be so great an issue if I considered myself living a lifestyle of consecration. Oh don't get me wrong, I fast often. But, I got convicted when Creflo called it a hunger strike. A hunger strike. That seems to be exactly what I do. I strike from food while I complain about my job, cuss the next person out and ignore God. But I feel so much better after…I'm done striking that is. I feel so much better after…my conscience feels better that is. Like I just did God a favor. Hmmm…now I understand why my bible miraculously opened to Isaiah 58 the other day. Ha! Isn't that something?