I made my weekly pilgrimage to Franklin. It just so happened that this weekend is a bluegrass festival, Bluegrass Along the Harpeth. They had a section of Main Street blocked off and there were LOTS of people milling about. And it was hot.

Well, no. It wasn’t so much hot as it was muggy. Which is worse. I confess that I sweat. A lot. And I was positively dripping after two hours of being outside.

I personally would much rather be too cold than too hot. For one, you can always add clothes or go inside to warm up. You can’t really do too much of you’re too hot except go inside. Or go naked. And generally that’s frowned upon.

I had a thought. Sometimes, you have to let the past go and not worry about the future. Sometimes, you just have to be in the moment. You have to enjoy where you are and not miss the moment worrying about tomorrow or the next day.

Jim Elliott once said, Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt every moment you believe to be in the will of God. Or something like that.

That’s what I tried to do tonight. I think I succeeded. Even if I did sweat quite a bit.