Iced (having absolutely nothing to do with frosting)

On a cold and icy day such as this some might suggest reading up on the latest world news available via campus' attempts at high speed internet access. Others might even cling to the idea that taking some quiet time for self development would be a charming idea, or curling up in a cozy chair off in a secluded corner of a poetically brick lined building with a cup of something might be the current hippy thing to do And naturally, these things could easily fill up a day's worth of seemingly productive activities. Now, I hold no sincere grudge against any of the previously  described pastimes, but I would suggest quite the opposite on a cold and icy day such as this.

But first, a little history... Throwing myself into a new place, last semester, has begun a series of fortunate happenings. God allowed my life of stagnancy to be gutted and measurably displaced by tearing me out of comfort zones, that I had built fortresses upon, in my life. However, in their place, He has begun to do a new work. He's begun to put people into my life that faithfully love and serve Him, with no if's looming or lurking in the far places of their hearts. With new perspectives from new hearts, and Old Stories being restudied, I find myself falling to an even more loving bond with Him and His people. He ship wrecked my life (in such a good way and in His perfect timing), and I dismiss even the thought of ever going back to my old ways again.

So, on this day of being iced in, I refuse to let my desire for stealth hermit living overcome my ability to serve Him and His. Ciao...