"That's how love is"

It's a beautiful day today. There is a chill in the air, but the temperature is above freezing. The wind is mild, and the sun is bright.

We are covered under snow. Lots, of snow. And because we are smack dab in the middle of winter, the air doesn't warm up too much to melt it away.

But then there was today.

Where the sun came out. Lit up the sky, and it's gentle rays of light shown down upon the cold damp earth and started to flood it with warmth. And brightness. And a little at a time, the cold edge of winter started slipping away....

The earth lay covered under a layer of cold and confining ice and snow. Heavy clouds cluster together and try to block the suns rays. It's effect runs deep. Winter's coldness penetrates the ground and suffocates the life that lay beneath it. There is no growth. There is no warmth. Only darkness and colds bone chilling pains.

Everything is shroud in hard jagged ice. The ground, trees, plants, and every blade of grass...covered in solid water. Creations outer shell is now thick, rigid, listless.

But, in the midst of the clouds and cold that seek to smother all that is alive...Light finds a weak spot in the clouds. A small opening. And a ray shines through. And the power that lies in that single ray of sunlight begins to slowly saturate what lays frozen and paralyzed. Light...the one thing capable of melting away the hardness to reveal again the soft beauty that lay buried underneath. Now, under the layers of stifling cold and damp and dark, new life begins to peak through. And a little bit at a time, the icy exteriors begin to melt away in it's Presence.

The presence of Light can be very subtle. And it's effects often slow. The icy ground doesn't melt away all at once. Winter's grip doesn't fade immediately. But, a little bit at a time, all that lays frozen begins to thaw. And then drip. And that drip turns into a puddle. And that puddle starts to move and saturate the ground.

And before you know it, the icy chains are gone. All that water that was once confined to those bitter icy walls, can move freely. The blades of grass that stood motionless under the weight of snow and darkness can sway again in the wind. They can begin their journey of growth. Climbing back towards the sky.

There is life again. Freedom. Movement. Softness. A rebirth. An awakening. A newness.

All because of the subtle life changing beams of Light. That shines down. Touches all that was once cold and dead and stiff and makes it alive again.

It might appear to be cold and hard and lifeless on the surface. But inside, where the Light shines down and touches and brings healing with it's warmth...

there is a melting taking place.

Sydaleigh- "Look Mom, I'm laying in the light. I love the light."

"Me too baby. Me too......"

"Why does God content himself with the slow, unencouraging way of making righteousness grow rather than avenging it? That's how love it. Love has its own power, the only power ultimately capable of conquering the human heart."