FROZEN

Narnia? A friend recently suggested our world, wrapped in winter's robe, looks like C.S. Lewis's land where the White Witch reigned and it was always winter and never Christmas. We have a lamp post out our front door and I couldn't help being reminded of Lucy's meeting with the fawn.

The unknown terrifies and opens our hearts all at the same time.

The fountain I love is frozen solid; no little bird could grasp for a quick drink here, no refreshment in sight, not for months to come. The icicles drape the edges like the trim on an unworn dress, and I wonder. Is this how we make it through the storm, the cold, the days of, "always winter and never Christmas," by patiently waiting for the thaw?

Driving home recently I received this message on the dashboard of my husband's car. I immediately thought of my fountain; I must take care to look inward if I am to survive storms and such harsh conditions.

Child, 

I will come to you 

in glorious light.

Streams of living water

fill your soul.

Here you are to drink,

to feast, to refresh yourself

for a weary world.

Do you need to refuel?

Medicine from Sacred Scriptures:

"Listen, listen to Me, and eat what is good, and your soul will delight in the richest of fare. Give ear, come to Me, that your soul may live." Isaiah 55:2-3