When Your Head Hangs Low

When your head hangs low ,
pausing to rest is an act of worship .
Holley Gerth

It's hot and humid around here these days . Any exertion causes one to be drenched in a downpour of salty sweatiness  and tiredness sets in easily . Looking out the window , the streets are empty with only a stream of cars passing by . Everyone is inside trying to keep cool during this heat wave .

Heat drains our energy . Just the thought of going into work where it's so very hot inside , makes one want to reach for the phone and call in sick . I feel for anyone who works outdoors , in full uniform ,  facing the elements .

As we sit indoors more , isolated from others , our minds wander to dark places better left alone .Things we should have done and words we should have said . Judgments that went array , lifestyles better not lived . Choices . Life . Worries . Doubts .

Moments like these , when our heads hang low , happens to be the devil's favorite playground . He  roams the earth , looking for times when we feel our worst . When our defenses are down , when our bodies are feeling low , the devil jumps right in for the kill . What does he kill ? Our spirit , our joy , our soul .

Heat brings out the worst in all of us . Is it any wonder that fire represents the devil and hell ? Just as the heat came rolling in unannounced causing all this trauma not just to our bodies but to our souls , it will end . Harmony will live among us once again .

Have a Blessed day everyone and stay cool!