Melting

I've become a "melting" sort of person, which has got me thinking. To preface that statement, I need to explain that I'm often cold. My hands and feet tend to be chilled. I'd guess approximately 90% of the awake hours I spend, one of my appendages are at least cool. It's just a part of life, for me, and it doesn't usually bother me. I compensate by keeping a sweater on hand.

I also have been considerably warmer since I started dating Gabe. Gabe is diametrically opposite of me in this sense. He's always on the verge of overheated. This is very convenient for me. My hands are always warm when I hold his hands (or, at least whichever one is holding his hand), and my feet have sort of a magnetic attraction to him. Whether we're eating dinner at his family's table, watching a movie, or just chatting, he's always very accommodating to let met tuck my toes under his legs to warm up.

It's a joke among his family now that I "melt" within 5 minutes of sitting down next to Gabe. It's probably true. He's like a heater next to me and I find that almost irresistible! Get a blanket over me (never over him - he'd probably spontaneously combust!), and my head on his shoulder, and I'm pretty much as formless as a cube of butter left in the sunshine for a few hours.

I was thinking about how I wish my HEART was more of a melting kind of heart in terms of God. I wish I found his character and stories of him as irresistible as the benefits of Gabe's physical presence. I wish my personality and thoughts and motives and being melted to be more like him than it currently does.

I wonder if there's a lesson in that for me; I'm betting there probably is.