Did your father mark your growth on the doorsill, or somewhere in the house? Mine did, until I shot up more than eight inches in less than a year and suddenly was taller than him. But before my growth spurt, it seemed that I would never grow, but yet I did in what seemed slow increments.
Most all growth comes in small increments. We mature ever so slowly. Our knowledge of math, science, and language is a process of incremental growth. Although I fell in love with Suzy in a matter of weeks, our love has continued to grow in increments for the last fifty years. I find it interesting that long term marriages never stop growing, much like trees that continue to grow rings every year of their life.
It is most appropriate that Lent occurs during Spring, the growing season. Each day of sacrifice, service, study, and prayer/meditation grows us closer the God. The incremental changes during Lent vary, but they occur nonetheless.
A wonderful offshoot of our Lenten season is how we incrementally grow in love of nature and our fellow humans. Slowly, steadily we notice and appreciate God’s gifts. Easter is a day of full bloom, but it gets that way by a steady incremental growth over the lenten season. If we pay attention we won’t need a mark on a doorsill to know it is occurring.