I was sitting on the back porch sipping an ice cold tea with a splash of lemon when I received a text from a relative up north. I was enjoying a pleasant afternoon basking in the winter sun of Florida.
I am not sure what God was thinking of when He created the north with all that bad weather and snow and such, but I know what He was thinking of when He created the south especially Florida. He was thinking in particular of me and my insatiable love of the sun. Basking in the Florida sun is the great reward of being smart and moving to Florida.
I have some friends who were born in Florida and think they are a little bit better than me. I remind them that they had no choice of being born in Florida but I, on the other hand, moved to Florida on my own volition. I think I have the upper hand on that one.
I may be old but I certainly do delight in the modern technology. It used to be that when you got a call from a relative you had to answer the telephone and talk to the person on the other end for as long as they hung on. Today, thanks to modern gadgetry, when a relative wants to contact me, they usually do it by text. I love it.
Getting a text is a strange thing or it can be. If I do not respond right away, I can always claim that there is “something wrong with my cell phone and my texting isn’t working right today.” Then I can get back to that relative whenever it suits me. Or, as the case with some relatives, and you know who I mean, I can ignore it.
If you are a relative of mine and have not heard from me or had any of your text answered the simple answer is, I am not really ignoring you (ha ha ha) my cell phone is not working correctly.
This relative that text me was complaining about how cold it was up north and even had the courtesy to send me a picture of their backyard just chock-full of some white substance known as snow.
The text read, “I bet you wish you were here to enjoy this?”
I think that relative would have lost that bet for sure. I love those snow scenes on postcards or in text messages like this one, but as to be personally involved with all of the frigid snow, do not bet on me.
Years ago, cold and I experienced a deep disagreement and we have been separated ever since. As far as I am concerned, the separation is final. I really do not want anything more to do with cold. We are not even on speaking terms.
Cold, after all, is a relative thing especially when the relatives are up north in the winter.
Up north, they complain when the temperature falls below 30.
Here in Florida I complain when the temperature falls below 70.
Whenever the temperature dips below that magical 70, I have to break out one of my sweaters. What an inconvenience for me to have to put on a sweater because it is just a little bit cool on the outside.
Then my relative sent me a picture of her standing in the snow looking like the abominable snowman. She had more clothes on than I actually own and have in my closet. I wonder how she walks around wearing all those clothes? How in the world does she ever sit down wearing all those clothes?
And what about that thing wrapped around her head? We have hats here in Florida but not quite like the one she was wearing. It looked like she was wearing some igloo
At this point in my life, I could not afford, for a variety of reasons, to move back north.
I do not think my relatives up north could put up with me at this point. They offer me a friendly invitation to come and spend some time with them during the winter season. I really could not handle it. As soon as the temperature dropped below 70, I would be complaining, grouching and working on everybody’s nerves.
I would be such a nuisance that they would have to get together and buy me a plane ticket back to sunny Florida. My relatives should thank me for not moving up north to “enjoy the snow” with them. See how much I am saving my relatives? Do they appreciate it?
No relationship is quite like that relationship that spans several hundred miles. You know the old saying, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” So, if you add distance to that absence you have the epitome of a wonderfully fond heart.
Many things separate us from one another. Sometimes that separation is voluntary and sometimes it isn’t.
The apostle Paul understood that nothing could separate him from God. “For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39).
It does not matter how cold it is outside as long as inside there is a warm relationship with God bordering on fiery expectation.