God turned off the heat
in my off-
ice.
He went like flip flip flip
with the switch.
off/on/off/on/off/on.
(i didn't get
on.)
i thought it was
random.
i thought i got what i deserved,
seeing as how i'm forever talkin' bout
lovin' the
cold.
i thought maaaaaaaaaay-be
it was the stars.
all lined up against me. 1-2-3-4-5.
i thought maybe it was pay back
for something i don't remember
doing.
(but no doubt did.)
i dragged out the quadratic equation
to try to figure out,
why me?
i diagrammed sentences.
woulda consulted a guru.
(if i believed in
gurus).
shivered my day through.
came close to (i admit it)
cursing.
remembered God isn't
random.
remembered He does all things
for my (your)
good.
remembered georgia is
hot. (in more ways than
one. ha
ha.)
remembered He makes crooked places
straight.
makes rugged places,
plain.
and though the Bible doesn't specifically
say so,
He uses unexpected waves of His hand to make
the girl who always loved snow
into the
woman who will always love
rudy.
whatever the freaking temperature
is.
