It's like there is a present underneath the Christmas Tree.
I can't open the present until Christmas. I don't even know if it is my present to open, it's not labeled or anything.
Except this time, I'm not really sure when Christmas is.
Always winter, but never Christmas?
I dunno. I just want winter to end and spring to come.
And it will.
I decided to stop trying to rush spring. I'm letting God bring spring to me.
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I am glad that you stopped trying to rush spring. I've learned that if we always want the future, when we get there we'll realize that we missed the present, which is our entire life.
I like that a lot
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