the sky is brightening, but spring is close and the ground remains covered in several feet of white. Here in Minnesota they can say all they want about the seasons but winter is over when it decides to be over and not a moment earlier. Sometimes there’s nothing to do but wait.
It can be a hateful time, this waiting, because the months have dragged on, the cold has not let up, and something inside tells us that its time for the seasons to change. The days looking out the window and seeing gray sky married to white earth take their toll. By now we’re all used to the cold but used to it like a person comes to term with an inch they can’t scratch. In times like these a living blade of grass would be a treasure and we bathe in the sunshine that fights its way through to our windows.
Patience, though, because we know it will end. Spring will come on its own terms, when it knows the world is ready. The creation groans and God responds. So one day at a time.
