Sirach 43:1-22

He pours frost over the earth like salt,
and icicles form like pointed thorns.
The cold north wind blows,
and ice freezes on the water;
it settles on every pool of water,
and the water puts it on like a breastplate. (Sirach 43:19-20)

Last night was to be the first frost.

I am not yet sure it happened.

Beneath my warm covers I did not feel the change.

In warmth and comfort it is easy to neglect God.

Discomfort most often arouses my attention.