Today I have to sing at a funeral for a beloved friend. And it’s so hot. The funeral dinner follows. And it’s so hot. And I’m melting.
If only someone would hose me off like this elephant.
It seems such a contradiction of realities—to be complaining about the weather when Margaret lost her life to Cancer. I mean, at least I’m still here to complain about it, you know?
So I will weather the heat, sing for Margaret, who LOVED music, and when I get home, take a very long, cold shower (or jump in the pool after the sun goes down since I can’t swim in the sun).
Please say a prayer for our church ladies as they work hard in the kitchen serving the mourners. It’s hot in there. But you won’t hear them complaining.
Pray for my family as they help with the clean up afterwards.
I love my church family so much. They are awesome.