I have the shivers.  I’m trembling and feeling like an old lady who needs a shawl to keep the drafts away, and I keep shifting from hot to cold.

I’m sick, again, sick still, just sick, and tired of it!

Driving home through Pennsylvania on Sunday, the temps were in the low teens and the trees were covered with hoar frost. ( I love saying hoar frost- it comes out sounding as cold as it really is outside!)

Right now I feel like I’m covered with hoar frost inside and out.

A lingering cold was joined by a new one and now my throat is tight and sore, my cough even deeper in my chest, and I keep shivering with the cold.

Add to that the cold I felt at my brother’s graveside and I am talking sub-zero temperatures.  A cold service in the winter’s cold and feeling like a stranger among strangers- I’m so glad my oldest brother and some of his family was there.

There are some frozen territories that cannot be crossed alone.  Someone has to meet you at least part of the way.  My brother tried at the end to include us, but it was too little, too late.

In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,

That is how I feel- cold and bereft and unforgiven for offences unknown.

This is a time for grief.

A time of sorrow.

A time for memories.

I’m looking forward to healthier times, more forgiving climates, and the surcease of sorrow.

Our God, heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.

Achoo.  I mean Amen!