"Let's snuggle," one of my children said on one really warm day. The sweat didn't matter. Snuggling did! I heard a designer of quilts talk about her favorite quilt — the one she made after her husband died. She cut some of his shirts and jackets into squares and assembled them into a large quilt. On cold nights she wraps herself in it, imagining his arms around her. Let's snuggle. The temperature doesn't matter as much as the love that surrounds us. Even better is the knowledge that our Heavenly Father wraps us in His love, peace, hope, and joy in good times and bad, on warm summer days and on frigid winter nights. When we are feeling God's daily mercies, but also when our futures look bleak, God's warmth is ever-present.