
In the UK this year, we’ve had a number of heatwaves. They came one after another, and we never seemed to get a break. Beyond keeping the windows open and the fans running, we filled water bottles with ice each night so we would have something cool to reach for on the go.
Sleep was difficult. Even in light clothing, the heat felt static, as though it had settled in and had no plans to leave. Cold showers, ice lollies and the car air conditioning helped, but only for a moment.
I found it hard to sustain a happy attitude. I felt drained, and it was difficult watching my children feel uncomfortable with no real way to fix it. For as long as the heatwave lingered, I struggled to look forward to the next day. It felt strange because, in England, we usually long for summer. This year was different.
This morning, as my daughter and I got ready to leave for an activity of hers, I asked what she was planning to wear.
“A top and shorts,” she said.
I had already been outside, and a cool breeze had met me. It felt like one that intended to stay for some time. I suggested joggers instead and asked her to take her denim jacket too.
When I picked her up later, she was very thankful she hadn’t worn shorts. As we drove home, with my cardigan on and the cool air still hanging over our neighbourhood, it occurred to me that the heatwave I could not imagine ending a few weeks ago had actually shifted.
That change in the weather made me think about how the past two months have felt like heatwave upon heatwave in my own life. Joy was hard to find, and even when it came, it felt brief. As soon as I began to feel some relief, another wave hit.
Some days, being in the Word felt like something I did simply out of duty. My prayers felt feeble, as though they were bouncing off my lips, hitting the ceiling and falling back down.
But as I enjoyed the cool weather today, I realised that my personal heatwaves had begun to lift too. Joy has returned. I am beginning again to sense the nearness of Jesus, His tenderness and His grace.
As I reflected on this, I was reminded of the words of Psalm 30:5:
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
Heatwaves really do pass. They do not stay forever.
So, if you have experienced heatwave upon heatwave, whether through the weather or, even more, in your personal circumstances, and you are finding it difficult to imagine cooler days, I want to assure you that there is a cooler front on the horizon.
The heatwave will pass.
It will not consume you.
Your heart will smile again.
What heatwave are you believing God to lift right now? I would love to hear from you in the comments, or you can reach out to me directly.










