Isn't the old saying "starve a cold and feed a fever"? If so, then I am in luck because I have come down with a nasty cold here at the start of the two-day period of prayer and fasting for Evan's school. (If the old saying is actually "feed a cold and starve a fever," then I have a problem on my hands.)

This is the first time I have ever fasted for spiritual purposes. If I have ever before gone without food, it has been for, shall I say, intestinal purposes. We had a prayer meeting this morning at the school to kick things off. My stomach was making absolutely horrible noises the entire time. Not because of hunger but because of all the post nasal drip I have going right now. Of course, the others there praying didn't know that. I did share with them that this is the first time I have ever fasted. I can just imagine, as they listened to my stomach sound like a caged wildcat, they were probably thinking "Poor Todd, he's not going to make it two hours with this fasting thing, let alone two days!"

Changing subjects, here's another recent sunrise photo.