I have been fasting for the first time ever. I have also felt incredibly far from God with my thoughts. I have been thinking really mean stuff. I have been on edge and mad at almost everyone for almost anything. I thought maybe it was hormones. I recently asked my mother to pray for me. I don't know why I'm so angry, but I am. She quickly told me she believes it's because I am fasting. When we are trying to fast and pray, the devil will attack. 1 Peter 5:8 tells us to be alert because the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. I was blind. Easy prey. It didn't even dawn on me to guard my mind. I wasn't even paying attention, which is like leaving the door unlocked and open for the enemy to come on in and make himself at home. I like to listen to sermons in the morning. The other day I turned on a sermon by Francis Chan because I firmly believe he is one of the best teachers out there. My Bluetooth speaker has been acting up and chan