Our friends in the Midwest can relate when I say it’s been HOT here for the last 6 weeks or so. Our house tends to function a bit like a crock pot, which roasts us in the process. Be thankful for air-conditioning if you have it. We don’t.
The heat takes a toll on us all. We’re all out of our comfort zones and a bit homesick right now. Add the heat and not sleeping well and you get folks who aren’t as patient and understanding as usual. Looking forward to a breeze or rain storm here in a few months.
Also, we think about our families back home a lot lately. My grandparents are about to celebrate 65 years of marriage. Missing out on that is hard for me, even harder than I expected. The drought and heat have decimated the corn of almost all U.S. farmers, including my dad and brother. Also an array of health concerns (large and small) for family back in the States is a tougher pill to swallow when you live on another continent.
Please pray for us. And for our kids who really miss their grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. I remember a mentor saying, “Oh, tell your dad that farmers make the best missionaries. They can work and work and be patient for the results.” What I didn’t expect was that my dad and I would both be leaning on God this summer to get us through some of the toughest dog days ever.