Change along the Street

Greenwood Street was gravel when I lived on it. The last time I was there, it looked both the same, and different. The street has been paved, and the trees were either larger, or, in some cases, gone. Many of the houses have been modified, or are different colors. It serves as a metaphor.

What do you do when you have a commitment to one group, but people important to you are giving up on that group?

Streets change, trees grow or die. God is always the same.