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!
March marched out and spring sprung in. Finally! With all the snow and cold temperatures that plagued so many parts of the country this winter, spring was there, hiding behind all those gray snow piles, waiting to pounce out at the right moment. Well, in most places. Some are still waiting.
And just like spring, I had an epiphany that jumped up at me from behind a sentence of someone’s comment.
So, what stopped me mid-sentence?
The other day, after a short and simple comment from my sweet friend Helen (her blog), which knocked my socks off and turned on the tears, the ol’ light bulb lit up. Something about her comment made me think of Saturday, that day between Jesus’ death and resurrection, or as Jennifer Dukes Lee calls it, Sadder-day. (Great post. Hop over and read it.)
I like that. Sadder-day. Sadder-days are those bleak days. Those tomb-days when dreams and expectations are bound in strips of linen and stowed away. When the spicy fragrance of hope has dulled, having laid next to the body of death. When no visible sign of a fulfilled promise emerges; no encouragement comes; no sign of help is evident.
Yet, like Jonah, when deep in the belly of Sadder-day’s darkness, God is at work. While in that belly of affliction, Jonah prayed…
And my earnest prayer went out to you
When we have a pit of affliction, like Jonah, we praise the Lord. Praise Him for His labor in the darkness, where He’s always working His tomb effect. Where His Living Word is effecting a change within us and our circumstances, for the writer of Hebrews tells us “the Word that God speaks is alive and full of power [making it active, operative, energizing, and effective].” (Heb. 4:12 Amp)
And like Jesus, when laid to rest deep in the belly of Sadder-day’s glory-changer, God’s Word carried on in the dark.
Do you have a dark, Sadder-day in your life? A tomb where the fragrance of hope has faded away? Where dreams have been wrapped in tears and laid to rest? Where promises wait for God to open the tomb of release?
Don’t give up. Wait for it! Wait for God’s tomb effect: His Word carried out.
God is still powerfully performing in you and your circumstances, building you up, strengthening you, encouraging you, reviving you, resurrecting you.
And Jesus, as that Word of God, is at work in your Sadder-day’s affliction. Behind that stone barrier, deep in the depths of uncertainty, He bides His time, waiting for the right moment to roll away the stone and release His power. To make your Sadder-day spring forth with new life and rapturous joy.
God is working His tomb effect in your darkness. Offer up your praise. Then, wait for it!
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