I remember the feeling of warmth upon my head.
I remember lifting my tear-stained face to feel the warmth.
I remember sitting as still as possible so that the warmth would seep into my very cold body.
Finally, slowly the dark, ice-filled places in my soul began to thaw.
I remember being afraid to move, as if it would break this magical, healing spell.
I remember a small smile finding it's way to my lips -- lips that could not speak of the pain.
I remember the words, "Thank you." quietly appearing in my warm head.
Finally, slowly she had found away to allow God to begin healing my heart.