A passing thought

Every once in awhile, you see something you just need to write about. today I woke up, went outside and saw frost on the grass, clinging to life in the morning shade of a pine tree, but not anywhere else. It may make you think of that expression "all things pass away" but for me it revealed itself in the form of a lesson. cold is simply the absence of heat, just like sin is simply the absence of God. the only reason that frost of guilt, loneliness or uncertainty is clinging to your soul is because your hiding in the shade of sin; hindering you from the brightness, warmness, righteousness, friendship and blessed assurance that could only ever be from God.