Tips of trees dipped in ice remind me that what is frozen will eventually thaw if given enough sunshine and warmth. All day we stood under a blazing blue sky watching chunks of ice fall like daggers to the ground; sometimes when ice (or emotions) defrost one can be hurt. The fact is, we wound others when we hold things in yet hope that relationship will get better by just continuing on.
At times the recesses of our hearts are filled with dark and frozen feelings that can't seem to find the light of day. I'd rather walk in the sunshine, even though it hurts to have icicles fall from the sky. Stumbling in the dark, hoping the spring thaw finds my heart, can be a treacherous, lonely path.
The glistening brilliance of branches brushed by nature's frozen hand held us in awe. How is it that we can handle almost any kind of cold as long as there is sun to warm our outlook? The woods held such raw beauty that day, such timely lessons, such comfort as the temperatures began to rise.
Could it be the same in our souls, that as we long for love to shape us and define us, we can let what is hidden be revealed and what is frigid be thawed. Love warms and sustains us in ways nothing else can, like a brilliant blue sky on a winter's day. Frozen branches never bear fruit.
Medicine from Sacred Scripture:
"I am the vine, you are the branches. If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing. As the Father has loved Me, so I have loved you.
Now, remain in My love."
John 15:5, 9
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