The windchill is -26.
I love the windchill. It's not just the temperature; it's how you FEEL outside. That can actually be measured.
My husband disagrees. He says "Just the facts. What's the real temperature outside?"
"But honey, scientists can actually measure how you FEEL outside." Doesn't that validate that Feels are for Reals?
I think it does.
Thank you, meteorologists.
So, this is how I feel tonight.
I'm looking for something beautiful about minus 26 windchill...
It's dark and it's cold. It's so darn cold it can kill you.
So, I did the logical thing, and filled up a water balloon, and tossed it outside in the snow.
I didn't get the typical or the expected summery water balloon experience. But sometimes, the unexpected turns out to be a joy, too. When the water balloon froze, there was a small hollow spot left inside.
It's perfect for a candle.
So here I am, enjoying the beauty of fire inside of ice. It's just an imperfect, round orb of ice, frozen solid by it's harsh environment. And yet, because of its hollowness or brokenness, the candle light can be placed inside.
That light inside the ice is more powerful than all the darkness of this winter forest. It melts away the fear of the unknown and unseen.
I'm having an existential crisis of the best kind here, where suddenly it all makes sense outside here in the cold. I don't have to be anything but a broken and cold ice chunk, as long as I have God's love inside. That is enough. Enough to change anything.
God's light is enough to melt any darkness and fear.