Flanking both sides of the roadside tree are rose shrubs, popping their brilliant fuschia heads out from their green homes. Like those eager to greet, they cover both ends of the side walk, awaiting with a cheery ready welcome, even in the stillness of the outside scene. No one is walking by. None, but those spying from the window, to notice. Stretches of our lives sometimes are spent waiting, ready, with greatness and beauty to offer. Yet, frustrated anticipation melts away in a moment more satisfying from the persistence that ushered it in. 

What are you longing to offer or others to see? What do you need in order to keep going?