108 Today. I Love It

Yesterday was the start of consistent 105-115 degree weather here in Phoenix for the next few months and I love it. Some of you are saying that I am crazy and a few of you are agreeing with me because you like the hot weather.  But I don’t love the hot weather for the hot weather. What? Some of you are thinking the hot weather has gotten to my mind as my thoughts don’t make sense. But bear with me a minute

It’s not the green grass that turns to brown and then dies under the sweltering sun that I like. It’s not the pool that turns into a bathtub in the summer and doesn’t give reprieve on a hot day.  It’s not the blistering steering wheel that you grab onto when your car has been parked in the sun for a couple of hours and you can’t reset your hands on the wheel to drive that I love.  It’s not the $200-$300 more in electric bills that we have to pay for in the summer that I love.  It’s not the physical drain that the unending heat gives to your body that I love.  It’s not the feeling that this heat will never end that I love.

So what is it.  You are probably saying that I’m sounding off my rocker now.  It’s what I see every year during this time that I fall in love with over and over.  What is it?  It’s the birth of baby quail.


Yesterday as I was driving into our community, I passed by the gate and had to stop as a mother and father quail ran across the road.  When they are together, you can be assured that there are some babies not far behind.  And I was right, only these babies had been hatched only a few days earlier.  One came across, and then another and then another until the last two passed across the road.  The problem for them was that they couldn’t hop the curb like the mother, father and three of their siblings did.  After the third try, the fourth found his way into the bushes, but the last one couldn’t make the leap.  He tried several times and then would run back and forth along the curb to see if there was another way to get over it.  You could see the franticness he was displaying being separated from his family.  After the 9th try, he finally made it and ran under the bush of a mother and father who waited for him.

I stayed there until he was safe and felt some responsibility to make sure that no car would come along and run over my little friend.  It was a great experience to witness as I am reminded of Matthew 10:29 where it says that not one sparrow falls to the ground without the knowledge of the Father.  He cares for every quail born and He cares for everything that happens to us.  What a comfort we can gain by plugging into that perspective today.

On this journey, take time to look and appreciate His creation and see life from a different perspective.

About James Gorton

I am happily married to Nadine, a person I've known for 20+ years. She and her late husband owned Airpark Auto Service where I took my car for years. Four years after my wife died we began dating and the rest is history. We have a blended family of 6 children between us and love visiting them across this country. We recently had our third grandchild between us. We love to hike, bike and ski. I am a psychologist and do relational life coaching for marriages and families primarily. I love what I do and never get tired of seeing marriages and families move to more healthy places in their lives. Five years ago my oldest daughter Deborah encouraged me to begin writing my thought into a blog I call my Jlog (Jim's log). I have become more and more passionate in connecting everyday experiences to spiritual truths. I hope that as you read my Jlog, you will gain insight into your personal life and experience true growth in your personal and relational life.
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2 Responses to 108 Today. I Love It

  1. Bill Dunn says:

    What a great observation … thanks, Jim!wm

  2. James says:

    Thanks for responding a Bill. I love those little quail and the way the the mother and father parent together. A great pattern for all of to follow

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