Cold is as cold feels and I don’t like feeling cold (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jan 05 2014	Views/Reads: 3212/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I was sitting on the back porch sipping an ice-cold tea with a splash of lemon when I received a text from a relative up north. I was enjoying a pleasant afternoon basking in the winter sun of Florida.

I was sitting on the back porch sipping an ice-cold tea with a splash of
lemon when I received a text from a relative up north. I was enjoying a 
pleasant afternoon basking in the winter sun of Florida. 

I am not sure what God was thinking of when He created the north with
all that bad weather and snow and such, but I know what He was thinking 
of when He created the South especially Florida. He was thinking in 
particular of me and my insatiable love of the sun. Basking in the 
Florida sun is the great reward of being smart and moving to Florida. 

I have some friends who were born in Florida and think they are a little
bit better than me. I remind them that they had no choice of being born 
in Florida but I, on the other hand, moved to Florida on my own 
volition. I think I have the upper hand on that one. 

I may be old but I certainly do delight in the modern technology. It
used to be that when you got a call from a relative you had to answer 
the telephone and talk to the person on the other end for as long as 
they hung on. Today, thanks to modern gadgetry; when a relative wants 
to contact me, they usually do it by text. I love it. 

Getting a text is a strange thing, or it can be. If I do not respond
right away, I can always claim that there is “something wrong with my 
cell phone and my texting isn't working right today.” Then I can get 
back to that relative whenever it suits me. Or, as the case with some 
relatives, and you know who I mean, I can ignore it. 

If you are a relative of mine and have not heard from me or had any of
your text answered the simple answer is, I am not really ignoring you 
(ha ha ha) my cell phone is not working correctly. 

This relative that text me was complaining about how cold it was up
north and even had the courtesy to send me a picture of their backyard 
just chock-full of some white substance known as snow. 

The text read, “I bet you wish you were here to enjoy this?” 

I think that relative would have lost that bet for sure. I love those
snow scenes on postcards or in text messages like this one, but as to 
be personally involved with all of the frigid snow, do not bet on me! 

Years ago, Cold and I experienced a deep disagreement and we have been
separated ever since. As far as I am concerned, the separation is 
final! I really do not want anything more to do with Cold. We are not 
even on speaking terms. 

Cold, after all, is a relative thing especially when the relatives are
up north in the winter. 

Up north, they complain when the temperature falls below 30. 

Here in Florida I complain when the temperature falls below 70. 

Whenever the temperature dips below that magical 70, I have to break out
one of my sweaters. What an inconvenience for me to have to put on a 
sweater because it is just a little bit cool on the outside. 

Then my relative sent me a picture of her standing in the snow looking
like the abominable snowman. She had more clothes on than I actually 
own and have in my closet. I wonder how she walks around wearing all 
those clothes? How in the world does she ever sit down wearing all 
those clothes? 

And what about that thing wrapped around her head? We have hats here in
Florida but not quite like the one she was wearing. It looked like she 
was wearing some igloo. 

At this point in my life, I could not afford, for a variety of reasons,
to move back north. 

I do not think my relatives up north could put up with me at this point.
They offer me a friendly invitation to come and spend some time with 
them during the winter season. I really could not handle it. As soon as 
the temperature dropped below 70, I would be complaining, grouching and 
working on everybody's nerves. 

I would be such a nuisance that they would have to get together and buy
me a plane ticket back to sunny Florida. My relatives should thank me 
for not moving up north to “enjoy the snow” with them. See how much I 
am saving my relatives? Do they appreciate it? 

No relationship is quite like that relationship that spans several
hundred miles. You know the old saying, “Absence makes the heart grow 
fonder.” So, if you add distance to that absence you have the epitome 
of a wonderfully fond heart. 

Many things separate us from one another. Sometimes that separation is
voluntary and sometimes it isn't. 

The apostle Paul understood that nothing could separate him from God.
“For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor 
principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come,  
Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to 
separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” 
(Romans 8:38-39). 

It does not matter how cold it is outside as long as inside there is a
warm relationship with God bordering on fiery expectation. 


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