Cold Hands, Warm Heart

I remember one time my youth minister, Kerry, held my hand during prayer at a Bible Study (we were all holding hands, just fyi!) and he said, “Lyndsay, your hands are so cold, but you know what they say: ‘Cold hands, warm heart, you must be in love.'” I was. But that had nothing to do it, and that is the weirdest statement in the free world.

I don’t like cold hands, because by now, this far into winter, they’re cracked and horrid, especially if I dare to do dishes without gloves…and I don’t own gloves, so…
But today Jack darling sent me a cool link, and I shall share it with you, fellow-wanna-be-hibernators!