Melt the frozen, warm the chill

Last month we enjoyed an unusually mild December - mild enough for the first green shoots of crocuses and daffodils, spring's usual heralds, to begin appearing before Christmas. They're probably regretting their premature emergence, as last week our temperatures dropped, and overnight frosts followed by wintry cold days now dominate. Mostly, too, the cold has been intensified by grey, sunless skies: but a few times, like today, we've been surmounted by brilliant, cloudless blue, in which the slanting winter sun hangs low, skimming rooftops and walls to dazzle the unwary and slowly defrost surfaces, its wintry brightness turning icy particles to glitter. 

Walking across Brook Green, I could observe the sun's warming effects on frosty grass and leaves... See the difference, a fraction of an inch apart, between where the warming rays had, and had not, fallen... see shadows play in the goldenness of sunlight, against the still icy, unlit areas. And a line from the Veni Sancte Spiritus played around my head... Melt the frozen, warm the chill... And I ask: what in me needs to be unfrozen; needs the softening, brightening rays of Love's encouraging touch? 

And you: how do you experience the gentle, warming touch of God's love in your life? And how can we each be that love for others...?