Yesterday, I returned to Louisiana after a week’s stay in Managua, Nicaragua. I was scouting out mission and non – profit groups for further projects. It was hot. I was raised in south Louisiana, and I choose to live here now. I have spent entire days fishing in the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. I know what hot feels like. Furthermore, I have complained countless times about the heat here in Louisiana.
Nicaragua has tropical heat, which is a whole different type of heat. It’s the type of heat that causes your hair to look really ugly, sweat to pour out of ALL pores of your body, and most importantly, your brain cells go on slow mode to prevent shutdown. You just can’t think in that kind of climate.
I got heat exhaustion, though I did no labor or exercise other than walk to restaurants or take a plate of food to a table. My head hurt, people in the room began to float in space, and I felt faint.
Furthermore, I lost the ability to speak in complete sentences, either in English or Spanish. It was the delirium of the mind that caused the greatest concern. I am seldom at a loss for words. I tried Spanish first, since I find it best to speak in the native tongue of a region if one can. It’s the polite thing to do. Then, I would try English. Sometimes Cajun French would escape my lips, the language of my people.
Nothing. Nada. Rien. I was dumbstruck. Nothing I said made much sense.
Air-conditioning helped. I sincerely believe God gave air conditioning to all peoples on the sixth day when he created mankind. Air conditioning made the Sabbath, the seventh day, possible, so that man (and woman) could rest.
However, what helped the most was smoothies. Frozen concoctions, made from ice, liquids and fruit, became my salvation. I drank a coffee smoothie each morning. Who could or would drink hot coffee if the temperature is nearly 85 degrees inside the house early in the morning? (My hosts did, but I’m not in favor of this at all. Sheer foolishness to add heat to a hot body.)
Later on, in the afternoon, I would find a coffee shop for a fruit smoothie. Salvation is a gift from God to deliver us from evil. Well, I was saved, in a sense, by smoothies.
Amazing. Grace is labeled amazing. Yes, that’s true. I believe that.
Smoothies are amazing, too. It’s how I survived the tropical heat of Nicaragua, and in the process, learned gratitude for Louisiana heat. Louisiana, as hot as you can be, are not nearly as hot as Nicaragua.
Grace. It’s amazing. So are smoothies.