Lukewarm

Lukewarm.

We’re not supposed to be that​. ​ I have always wondered how that could possibly happen to a person​ — ​especially ​someone like me who loves to adventure, seek, risk, serve, and love with reckless abandon.
And then ​I​ was ​taking a shower, and didn’t move for about 15 minutes. The water was just the right temperature. Not too hot, not too cold, and things ​got quiet like a black and white photograph. It was really nice, ​I​ mean really nice… and ​I​ could have stayed there forever.

And so ​I​ wonder is that ​the point? Coming out of my steamy lostness, ​I​ then  ​slowly turned the temp up as high as ​I​ could take it and ​I ​started to tingle with a sweet burn… And then ​I ​immediately cranked the handles to icy cold and went as far as ​I ​could in that direction too, and my lungs opened up and head filled with light.

Both extremes were ​invigorating and heart pumping, and ​I​ felt every sense waking up with small waves of adrenaline.  ​​W​hen ​I​ stepped out of my perfect waterfall and back into the reality of my hotel room, ​I ​thought about how short life could be if ​I​ slowly forgot to chase after incredible heat and beautiful chills in every area of life… and where else ​I​ might need to wake up and change the temperature well north or south of comfort?

Yes, yes​, ​Papa. Yes​,​ Great Love!

Shock us back to life and risk through heavenly washes of color, fire, and ice… Hallelujah!