It's Like a Heat Wave- The Secret Life of Hot Flashes

 

Yes, I've entered the years I've heard spoken about by many who have come before me- the perimenopausal years. This year, I turn (enter year her) years old. Actually, it's the big fifty. I can still remember my mother turning fifty. It's just hard to get my mind around the fact that I'm now my mother's age. As I turn the big 50, I also face hot flashes from down below, and I'm not talking Australia. At church, my congregation has started BYOB (bring your own blanket) just to handle the Artic cold after I've crossed paths with the thermostat. I thought I would be kind today and leave the air conditioner alone, only to leave the stage soaked with sweat. I now carry a fan with me on stage and behind the scenes. People know that I'm either channeling a Victorian mindset or suffering a hot flash. It doesn't matter what the temperature is around me. When I'm hot, it's an internal thing. It's not regulated by my environment. What if our fervor for God was like a hot flash? It wasn't dependent on the mood or fervor of those around you. What if it was an internal passion that influenced those around you, instead of vice versa? Would you change the world? The twelve disciples did just that. Twelve men started a movement based on their internal passion and fire for God. Hot flashes, however, come and go. What would you be able to do if your passion for God was more than a hot flash? What if you lived in a constant state of passion and fire for God? My challenge- pray for lasting fervor for God and see what He will do!

Have a great week high-heeled warriors!

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