Daffodils on Display

My daffodils are decked in tresses of white this morning, their heads bent low, covered in snow.

Oh, I know… it happens every year.

I can’t tell you how excited I was a couple of weeks ago when I first spotted the green stems poking out of the ground! In no time at all it seemed the tips started to swell… then turn a pale yellow… and finally burst open in a glorious explosion of springtime joy!!!

And then last night came another round of snow, and this morning those yellow bonnets are bent down low.

Perhaps you know how they feel. You buried your spark along with your spouse and have endured months of emotional darkness and cold, no matter what the time of year. It’s been a struggle; we’re reminded that new life is birthed only through pushing and pain; grief doesn’t want to let go. But maybe of late your spirits have started to warm up a bit, and a sprout of hope has made its way through the layers of sadness holding it down. To your surprise you may have felt a swelling in your spirit as things started to look a little brighter. Maybe a few bursts of joy and laughter have at last made their way into your days. 

And then came another blast of snow… bad news or a new difficulty blew in… maybe the arrival of another anniversary or the passing of the latest solitary holiday… and just like that you are brought low and bent over, seemingly crushed by the weight of it all.

The thing about spring snow, though, is that it’s a quick go. The daffodils seem to rise up and shake off the layer of white, turning their heads and hearts to the Light beaming over them, receiving it’s warmth once again.

May you find the strength to do the same.

“I would have lost heart, unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart; wait I say, on the Lord!”

(Psalms 27:13-14 NKJV)