Fast

Fast.  This word could describe our week in Salt Lake City.  Josh driving on the freeway.  Sam skiing down the ski slope.  But the fast I am referring to, is when you willingly go without food or water in the hopes that your prayers will be answered. Quite an ironic word, because when I am fasting, the time goes by very   s l o w l y.  But there is a secret with fasting.  If you fast with a purpose the experience becomes worthwhile.  If you fast without a purpose, well, in the words of Benjamin, "then it just feels like starving."  Our Bishop, leader of our local church, has invited the members of our church congregation to fast this weekend, from Saturday evening to Sunday afternoon, on behalf of Kevin.  We are deeply humbled by this. We would love to invite any friends, neighbors, or family members who would like to participate in the fast, to please do so!  We might turn down a tuna casserole (hee hee), but we will never turn down a prayer said on Kevin's behalf. 
Well, we are leaving at 4 in the morning to drive home, so I better get to bed FAST!