Last Sunday, I took a walk around my neighborhood. The air is getting warmer, but the remnants of winter appear to be prevalent. It’s the beginning of April, isn’t Spring supposed to be here? Patient, Kevin. But it feels like the winter has been so long. Patient, Kevin, Spring is coming.
A week later, I am walking the same neighborhood and it is hard to believe it is even the same place. The grass is green and lush. Flowers are blooming. Trees are budding. The birds are singing and nesting.
Patience, Kevin. See, I told you Spring is here.
Sometimes the change you are longing for is right below the surface.