Greetings from sunny Florida. It’s another hot and muggy September day here, the type where you melt when you walk out the door and you constantly find yourself thanking God for air-conditioning. The funny thing is that I actually don’t mind this weather too much; I’m a native Floridian, and I guess I’m used to it.
Floridians have to deal with intensely hot, humid summers where we run from one air-conditioned place to another, but we always compare this to the people living up north and what they do in the wintertime: run from one heated place to another. I can certainly take the heat better than the cold, and there’s nothing better than jumping into the sea on a warm Florida afternoon. The temperature is something akin to a jacuzzi.
We often forget the importance of thanking God for what might seem like mundane, everyday things. When was the last time you thanked God—and I mean really thanked Him—for the air-conditioning on a sweltering day, or for the heater on a frigid one, or even for running water and electricity?
Many people, myself included, are so used to these things that we often forget that much of the rest of the world goes without these “basic necessities” every day. As strange as it sounds, I’m thankful for the several hurricanes that have hit our area this decade and left us without electricity and running water for days, sometimes weeks, on end. I’m also thankful for the primitive places that my filmmaking has taken me, such as Kibeho, Rwanda, where I often had to bathe with a bucket of cold water and read by moonlight. Otherwise, I wouldn’t understand how lucky I really am.
And so, as I sit here in a cool and constant 75-degrees while, outside, the air is hot and feels as thick as syrup, I find myself once again appreciative.
Where am I going with all this? Good question. I’m going to the beach.