Lord,
I am So hot.
Not hot like Megan Fox hot.
Hot like Bea Arthur in a raging sauna hot.
30 degrees outside, 65 degrees inside.
I sit, in short sleeves, waving a fan
crafted from today's junk mail,
discretely slipping ice down the front of my shirt.
I see You have a
sense of humor.
It is hell getting old.
The heat and inner flames
come right along with it.
Could You help me cope with these
sudden interior flashes of 250 degrees?
I've been cast as the
Wicked Witch of the West,
without any fancy byline.
I am meltiiiiiiiing...
Lord, I trust You to help me navigate
these hot springs of my life.
Transport me to the next stage,
where I will grow and
prosper,
with Your guidance and love.
I trust You to get me through.
Yes, this hot flash —
and all the others — shall pass.
Amen