Sometimes, weeks later, there are still signs.
After a good snow where I live in the Northern South, patches of that white stuff can hang around for longer than expected—or desired. Especially in areas largely untouched by the sun’s warm rays, or where snow has been shoveled into obstructive stone-grey monuments as a memorial to winter, the melting of snow can seem ridiculously slow.
Seeing clumps of old, crusty snow days later in 60-degree sunshine can surprise us.
Just like it can surprise us to experience cold bouts of past grief in seemingly warmer days.
In areas that are hidden and tucked away or where there are layers of trauma, healing may seem ridiculously slow.
The sun is shining, but a patch of ice remains.
Have patience with the process. Have grace with yourself. Don’t let it be a discouragement. Let those remnants be a sign.
A sign of just how far you’ve come.
Because underneath that snow is growth—grass that just got a little bit greener because of it.
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