The coldness of English mannerism keeps me isolated from feeling a connection with insights of their hearts. It's not the language-although there is a huge communication gap which I didn't expect on experiencing here. It's something deeper than that. I've heard someone describe the English people as "ICY." Instead of there being a stone, brick, or plastered wall between me and them, I see a thin sheet of ice. I can't break in but I could see in. I long to be apart of the other side.
I've been told by several people that I have very cold hands. Whenever, I hear this expressed to me my first response is, "COLD HANDS, WARM HEART." My cry is that the Lord will bestow more of His warmth into my heart that my hands will extend out to others, melting the ice, and reaching the part I long to become connected with.
