What can I say! I am in God’s waiting room for spring beyond a few glimmers of sun, followed by rain showers. It’s not about me. He has a plan and patience may be what the world needs by weather patterns that keeps us wondering . . . when will it change. It will change when He decides. Suck it up people. Perhaps I have become complacent. I heard the forecast that included the word “snow” and I continued to tidy up the back entryway making sure I had my wool cap and mittens close by. This time of the year the 40 degrees makes my bones feel like it is -20 degrees . . . artificial joints tell the real story.