Catfish is good. I actually got full! That doesn't happen often. Justin invited me to a bonfire at his mom's house out in the boonies.

The weather was cool. Sitting around a fire on bales of straw, I roasted marshmallows. A little later on, Canaan played the guitar and sang. It's amazing how therapuatic simple things can be. The raw energy of the fire, no contact to the outside world with cell service and street lights, friends bonding, not a worry in the world. That environment is very conducive to reflection. The struggles of life seem to become so clear when all you do is watch the sparks fly into the air. The Voice that is stifled by the constant noise of life rings in my ears saying, "There's no need to worry. Just as I guide the dancing flames, I can guide you. Let Me. You have desires; You have pain; You have questions. I am the answer. Just like with roasting the perfect marshmallow, patience is the key. This fire may warm you on the outside, but My love can warm you on the inside. All you have to do is let Me."