My boys, however, are enjoying summertime. Alec is sitting in sunshine and 83 degrees, while Ben is sweating it out in 94 degrees. I could do without their humidity (70% and 63%, respectively), and I do have plenty of sunshine here, but it's not the warm kind of sun. I'm ready for warm.
Look at that sunshine. You don't know whether it is warm, and the drifting clouds provide a bit of a respite from the heat, or if the blue sky is reflecting on the icy ground below. For the comfort of my internal thermometer, I'll choose the former. And that's what we do. We get to choose how we react to the circumstances we find ourselves in. Hopefully, we'll learn to have a good attitude about things, like what I found in Ben's letter this week.
I don't feel like God expects us to be super pumped about hard things, I don't think God was disappointed with his two prophets for being a little bit bummed about being imprisoned and starved and about to be killed. But He helped them. And He always helps us if we're willing to let him do that. I love that. I know he loves us and He's always got our backs.