Fridged Digits…it must be a term I made up while I survived too many Michigan winters growing up. Spell check doesn’t have the word fridged in its records. It’s apparently not from Michigan.
I lost track of the number of times I had tears in my eyes while I ran water over my hands to thaw them out. Oh yeah, I felt my pain.
My hand digits are still the first body part that informs me I’m under-dressed for the weather.
My foot digits tell a different story, kind of. I do have a toe on my left foot that turns purple when my body temperature drops below a certain level.
Don’t worry. Tears don’t come from my eyes when that happens. I actually don’t feel anything in that toe upon said color change. I suppose I should be alarmed.
Now you know why I moved to Texas and don’t plan on moving back to Michigan in this lifetime.
Upon last check I still have all ten digits on my hands and in my slippers while I type this. No, I’m not about to take my slippers off to prove it to you. You just want to see how purple my toe becomes. Maybe later.
I’m so allergic to winter I spent an extra month in my mother’s womb. Check the calendar. I was due in February. My birthday is March 21st. The first day of spring in Michigan, at least it was back in the day.
Oh, dearest Mom got back at me last winter when she was promoted to glory at the end of February. I got to experience below zero temperatures coming into and leaving Michigan. Oh yeah, we’re gonna have a talk when I get to heaven.
Last weekend I passed on the opportunity to run in thirty degree temperatures with a stiff breeze. I HAD to be in that stuff on the farm growing up. Now that I’m a full-fledged Texan I know better than that.
This weekend’s run was in the fifties. It’s always a good thing when the sweat you work up doesn’t turn to ice under several layers of clothing. Trust me, I know this from personal experience…too personal.
I have a feeling it doesn’t get as cold in Israel as it does in Michigan. I can’t recall any Bible stories about dealing with snow and cold temperatures.
Oh, I know, there are verses about snow. I think their snow stays on the mountains, where it belongs. I experienced that kind of snow in Arizona. I liked it.
I’ll never forget the time Barb and I were driving in one of those fluffy snowfalls that stays on the tree branches. You know, the ones they take pictures of for Christmas cards.
We were planning our first move to Arizona at the time. Barb started saying, “But it’s so pretty…but it’s a dry heat…but it’s so pretty…but it’s a dry heat.”
I started laughing.
She said, “I’m comparing the phrases to see which one fits the best.”
I kept chuckling. “I know exactly what you’re doing.”
We settled for Texas, a happy medium.
It’s interesting what the Bible declares as the agent that turns our sins as white as snow…it’s blood.
Not just any blood will work, obviously. No, it’s only the purest form of blood that comes from the only perfect person to walk the face of this fridged earth.
Jesus’s blood, poured out at the cross, is the only cleansing agent that can perform the miraculous.
It doesn’t automatically work for everybody. No, only those who choose to believe Jesus is the sinless Son of God who rose back to life will get this snow white miraculous cleansing.
That snow isn’t cold enough to turn any digits purple, neither.
Keep smiling…and stay warm. Wade