Most of the time I love the heat. There is something wonderfully magical about Summertime. The long days, warm nights, cool drinks, and sun-kissed skin. Everyone outside. Kids laughter coming from the slip-n-slide. Popsicles. The beautiful jingle of the ice cream truck. I love it. Every little bit.
But the heat doesn't always mean those things. I'm in the desert right now. And I'm feelin the heat.
I have left my life to God, and He has guided me to this point. And I know He is teaching, stretching, pulling my heart to make it more full. To make it grow. But in this desert heat, one can get very lonely. And frustrated. But "patience, my child" are the words I hear from Him.
So I wait. And wait. And one day is never the same as the one before, or the one to come. Some are easy and fly by, yet others are painfully long and every step seems like an hour.
I send up a million prayers a day. And I cry out to the Lord asking for something...anything.
And maybe that's what He wants. I am completely and fully His. Just yearning for Him. Totally dependent.
Even though the desert is hot and barren, there is plenty to observe while I am here. So much to learn and grasp. And I will be thankful for that.
I know eventually I will receive an answer for my prayer because God is faithful. He has shown me time and time again that He is. But for whatever reason He has chosen me to be here now...waiting in this heat.
And when it's all over, and life has moved on, I will retain the sunkissed glow of the heat. And others will see it, Him, in me. Amen.
