This has been a difficult week, starting with a massive nor'easter and following with many dreary and unpleasant bits. So when I came across this small crocus today I was reminded of why I am blessed, why I made some hard choices, why there are still hard choices to be made. And that good does come around in the long run.
I planted a few bulbs in this spot in late September 2001, as gardening was one way I chose to deal with overwhelming grief.
I did not imagine then that this sweet flower would return year after year,
a small personal symbol of rebirth and renewal,
a small personal symbol of the Promise of the Gospel.
Each spring, this small brave blossom breaks through the still-frozen ground, one of the first signs of life after the bleak winter. Each spring this humble bloom reminds me to stop, to remember, to pray.
And in doing so, I am blessed.
Beautiful wee crocus.. Look so dainty yet as strong enough to withstand the coldest night! God is GOOD! Wising you well! Cathy
ReplyDeleteA beautiful crocus. I enjoyed your post very much. I'm sorry this has been a rough week for you, but hope things are going o.k. now.
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