And God said it was good

Now that was called a big hot.  It was perfect weather for roasting duck, making duck confit, frying an egg on the bleachers, but not for watching baseball.  When we hit the fields at 2 pm on Saturday, the temp was 105 degrees.  In some places it was 106 degrees.  Strausburg had to come out of the game after 3 innings for heat related issues.  All of our guys seemed to handle the games pretty well.  Davis wore an iced down towel on his head and drank half dozen propel, half dozen water, 1/2 gallon of gatorade.  I drank a gallon of water.  Thankfully, I was wearing my Nike dri fit- the best fabric ever and it does keep you cooler.  Davis blistered his foot because he couldn't wear cleats in batting cage and had to wear his socks.  He left his tennis shoes in the car.  I even have a first degree burn on my leg from touching the bleacher that was not covered by a tent.   They had those big cool mister fans they use on football fields for the players to cool off...You would stand under it get soaked and cooler, step out in the sun and be dry in 35 seconds.  There was very little humidity.  It was that dry heat which is suppose to be less uncomfortable than humid heat.  I disagree.  105 degrees is just plain hot.  Just plain hot.
It was so hot, I could not even get riled up by the rec league strike zone and those 14 year olds were just as hot as our 13 year olds, so I figured it leveled the playing field.  At one point and it seemed to work...we were down 6 runs...a coach told the boys not to let the strike zone that was a mile wide to beat them...use the bat.  We ended up coming back and winning 8-6. 

My Tervis cup worked!  The iced lasted for 7 hours, enough for 14 innings of baseball.  On Sunday, though, my Tervis straw broke.  Yep.  That 5 dollar straw broke right in two. I was not happy.  Sunday, was hotter and usually fans do not bother me, but Sunday my nerves wore thin.  Apparently the team we were playing in the championship game thought the strike zone to be the size of a dixie cup, funny thing we were hitting and they weren't.  One mom who thought she was the official scorekeeper yelled because our coach didn't tell her who the sub was, but he did tell the umpire which is all he has to do.  She actually said, "Are we going to let the whole roster play?"  "Yep, that is usually how that works," I said back. "We are putting our subs in."  She said again, "The coach didn't tell me."  I said, "It is 6 for 9.  Now I've told you."  Then one guy yelled at our first base coach for talking to the first baseman who I might mention Cory knows from playing football.  One guy got so out of control that he was almost ejected.  I hope it was the heat but somehow I think it was due more to the fact that we came from being six runs down the day before to beat them and now the score was 9 to zip.  2 bases loaded doubles scored 6 of those 9 runs.  They went through 4 pitchers, we pitched 2.  I don't like to brag much, but we did play really good ball.  And had it not been so hot, I probably would have engaged crazy, drama queen scorekeeper more. Because I could have fun with her.

We also were so hot in between games we took the boys to wander around Lowes for about an hour.  It was unbearably hot in the Dairy Queen and McDonalds.  Unbearably hot.  I went to buy ice in between games and the ice dude said, "Man, you must love your kid alot.  I would have just said, Peace out dude and text me when you want to be picked up."  Obviously, he doesn't have kids.

But all these heat made me think about how much God controls creation anyway and he decleared good.  The weather is completely out of our control and yet God said it was good.  Even 105 degree heat.  Take lightening for example.

At first, the principle seems simple enough: When clouds get all stirred up, the negative charges inside of them tend to sink to the bottom. And since opposites attract, those negative charges are eventually pulled toward the positive charges on the ground. The result is what we call lightning.
But there’s more to the story than that.  As Distinguished Professor Martin Uman of the University of Florida writes, “The usual lightning flash between cloud and ground . . . begins with a visually undetected downward-moving traveling spark called the stepped leader.”
Once this leader reaches the ground—or is intercepted by positive charges moving upward—it reverses direction, growing brighter the farther it climbs. “It is the return stroke that produces the bright channel of high temperature,” explains Uman, one of the world’s leading authorities on lightning. “The eye is not fast enough to resolve the propagation of the return stroke and it seems as if all points on the channel become bright simultaneously.”
Because it travels at roughly 93,000 miles per second, this energy—which is more than 10 times hotter than the sun—appears as a single flash. Neither the human eye, nor the human mind, can contain it.

How much more powerful is the touch of the Divine One, emanating from a source unseen, moving by means incomprehensible, touching our hearts.  God is good still.  Even in 105 degree heat.