It blossoms every spring. A sweet memory. Still so vivid I can almost reach out and touch it.
The memory? One of my precious grandmother. I’ve written about her before. She’s the one who sang the old hymns, loud and off-key. The one who threw open her arms to welcome me and squeeze me tight every time I saw her. The one who loved to sew little things for me, like aprons from old floral-patterned flour sacks. And oh, yes, she loved to spoil me. As my Mom used to say…she spoiled me sweet!
When we lived on the farm with my grandparents, Granny had a little bridge built to a teeny tuft of soil created by a split in the creek that meandered through the farm. She wanted the bridge so we could cross over to the little island and have picnics.
Up on the hillside, Granny had one of the farmhands plant a bazillion jonquils and daffodils that burst into a sea of yellow every spring.
She’s been gone 56 years but that memory is resurrected every spring. The thought of jonquils and daffodils blooming, evokes the most precious memory of yellow. Hmmm…maybe that’s why I love the color yellow.
Oh, how I wish I had captured that memory on film.
Those jonquils came up every spring. They were always hiding, deep in the soil where God was at work. And His miracle of creation continues.
Within those piles of snow and frigid temperatures that nature dumped on us this winter, God was working to bring forth a profusion of newborn beauty. Spring’s blossoms of pink, yellow, and lilac waited to burst forth.
During the long winter months, when nature has seemingly lost all its beauty, life still flows deep within its darkest recesses. The trees appear naked and dead without their leaves and blooms. The ground seems hard and bare without the beauty of flowers and grass. But, in reality, life is ever flowing, ever-present.
It flows in the sap that is deep within the trees. It stirs within the seeds of flowers yet to bloom. Both are quietly at work, waiting for their appointed time to be awakened and spring to life.
God works not only in nature but in us as well, for life mimics that spring beauty…
Sometimes My people also must endure their long winter months of travail when their fruit seems to have withered and their branches seem bare. But deep within their roots, My Spirit moves with eternal life.
All may seem dark, lost, and devoid of life and beauty, but, in such a life lived with Me, My work still goes on.”
Alexander Pope wrote, “Hope springs eternal in the human breast.” With the Lord, hope does spring eternal within us. But the enemy loves to attempt to steal our hope. However, the writer of Hebrews tells us this hope is secure, “This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast.” (Heb. 6:19 NKJV)
If you’ve waited and waited for God to burst forth with the answers you need and hope is waning, continue to wait for it! Hope will blossom forth with new life within you and your circumstances. You will be a jonquil!