Sunday and Monday I was sick with a fevor and a sore throat. 2 days in bed proved to be a hidden blessing. A push to think about life... and to think about priorities. I started to read the journal of Francis Asburry again (readign the scriptures that he referrs to... this is my way of getting out of the mold of just reading the passages of scripture that I like). What a passion for souls. I want to live out of that kind of love for people.