Friday, June 8, 2012


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.