“That is the way it will be at the end of the world. The angels will come and separate the wicked people from the righteous,  throwing the wicked into the fiery furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.” Matthew 13:49-50 (NLT)

We live in upstate South Carolina. We moved here seven years ago from the coast of South Carolina. We moved for several reasons, but one of them is that I could not live in sauna like conditions. The humidity is a bit lower here, and it is a little cooler here, they say.

Today it reached the gate of hell degrees. At least that is my definition. Can it get hotter? Oh yes, and so does hell the farther in you go, at least I imagine it does.

I really dislike hot weather. I have always said that I would be content with Nanuke in the frozen north. I have no idea who Nanuke is, but I think I would be happy being his neighbor. My husband spent a lot of his Navy career on the equator. To him, 90 is a nice comfortable day. Meanwhile I am gasping for air.

Each year we go through this. He says it’s a beautiful day and I grumble at the heat. Of course, I am also married to the man who sees everything with a positive eye. He loves a good thunderstorm (so do I), he loves a blizzard (oh, that’s the best) and he loves a hot summer day (there we disagree).

Not too much spiritual about today’s post. We just came in from working out in the yard. My brain is toasted without the chocolate and graham crackers, and I just inhaled a bowl of watermelon.

I have said for years that the Lord allows me to experience heat so that I will know without a doubt how miserable I would be in hell. Hot weather keeps my focus on our Lord and walking uprightly. I just would like a cool breeze to flow through.