“Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August
was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk.”
Pat Conroy
(yellow sulphur butterfly / Julie Cook / 2016)
Summer in the deep South is not for the faint of heart…
98 degree days coupled with 98% humidity…
Clothes cling to bodies like wet toilet paper dangling from a tree limb after a rain.
Hair doos are non-existent.
And sweat becomes an accessory rather than an unsightly bodily function
Then there are the…
98 degree days with low humidity which equals no rain, no moisture whatsoever…
for days and days and days and days…
Everything dries up…
the grass crunches,
green things all turn brown
and earthworms shrivel into brown sticks…
Yet there are a few among us who remain unfazed…
who actually seem to thrive, coming into their own.
The higher the temperature, the more excited they become….
And you just thought butterflies were for sissies….
(clouded skipper on the butterfly bush / Julie Cook / 2016)
(gulf fritillary butterfly / Julie Cook / 2016)
For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults,
hardships, persecutions, and calamities.
For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:10
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