“and the sun blazed on Jonah’s head so that he grew faint…” Jonah 4:8
Dear Father,
It is hot. Texas plus July equals heat. Tempers fry, babies cry, dogs pant, plants droop, and we all wait in expectation for blessed rain and cooler temperatures. My husband teasingly tells me that I am heat intolerant, maybe so. The heat just seems so oppressive. The air drapes over me like a woolen blanket suffocating the fun out of me. Sluggishness ties itself around my ankles and I become a prisoner of the indoors. Suddenly my mind goes back to a man named Jonah. This great messenger complained himself right out of a job. It got a little too hot for him and the same mouth that preached salvation spewed with anger. Reality check, Penny! Oh Lord I don’t want to be a whiner and complainer when my surroundings get a little uncomfortable. I don’t want to miss anything You have planned for this day even if it involves a stifling, sweltering, smothering climate or steaming, stuffy, short-fused people. It will not last forever – this too shall pass. Seasons change and times of refreshment are just ahead. Help me to be Your faithful servant at all times, speaking Your message wherever You place me – from Texas to the Sahara and back if that is what You want. So, yes, I praise You for the day, for the time of year, and yes, dear merciful Father, I praise You for air conditioning!
Love always,
Penny
