Truth to tell, I had no idea who this guy was until I "googled" him. (BTW: is "googled" really a verb?)
I guess I better apologize now for the post NOT being about David Beckham or that kind of heat. Let's just call it the "fun" in David's Daugher: the right mix of faith, fun & encouragement.
This is strictly G-rated, as in Gracie. Last week was Gracie's second birthday. Since Mommy was up to her eyeballs in planning and hosting her very first book launch party (CHOOSE JOY), Grandpa and I (ok, just me) volunteered to host Gracie's birthday party. Thank goodness Mary is right about everything being on Pinterest
Pinterest plus OCD me added up to a plan and a schedule, which included making the "mini" cupcakes and freezing them a week ahead. Does your brain run on dual tracks alot? Mine sure does! I was not surprised that my head was in the kitchen last Saturday morning while it was supposed to be engaged with my study of the Gospel of John.
Don't you sit there being all judgmental. I'm betting your mind goes on little birdwalks once in a while when it should be focused on something a bit more productive.
I was reading and reflecting (mostly) on the account of the blind man receiving his sight in John 9. According to John's Gospel, the man went from blind beggar to impassioned believer. When the heat was on, the man was deserted by his own parents and his testimony repudiated by the Jewish governing body.
In the heat of cross-examination, the man discovered courage and integrity and abundant life (John 10:10). Being "cast out" of the synagogue, which was also life-changing, didn't deter him. His faith and worship of his Savior didn't wither under the heat or pressure.
Flames, and their heat, have lots of sources, and intensities, and duration, don't they? Maybe it's a malicious boss or coworker. Perhaps a deadline slipped up on you while one of the kids had the flu bug. Or maybe it's a devastating heat, the loss of a parent, or a job, or a marriage.
How do we respond in those times? I know it's hard. Who hasn't been burned? And when it's turned up to high, "if you can't stand the heat, get(ting) out of the kitchen" may not be an option.
Dear Reader, probably like you, my feet have been held to the fire more times than I want to count. I won't lie and say I'm proud or happy with all of my responses. Some have been downright ugly. But on this side, I think I'm thankful for those heated moments.
For me, which God heats things up, it's kind of validating. I think that's one of the ways God shows He has faith in us. I pray when things heat up, you are like the blind man who received his sight. I pray your faith in yourself and in Him explodes all over the place from the heat. I hope you're trusting and brave enough to say, "Let's heat things up!"