Every year, for as long as I can remember, I have looked for the first daffodils, near a tree in our front yard, to come up towards the end of February.
Those daffodil bulbs have been there since before I was born, and they have always been a sign that winter will soon be over and warmer spring weather is not too far away.
The daffodil has been my favorite flower because of this. They are a promise of spring.
Well, last summer we had our front hill landscaped, and I forgot about the daffodils. I was pregnant and it was very hot, so I neglected to transplant them.
Last week I realized that my daffodils didn’t come up this year. I was sad that these flowers, which had always been a promise of spring, were not going to come up again. I felt like I had neglected one of God’s beautiful creations and let them be destroyed.
Yesterday we were outside for a few hours enjoying the day when we noticed a small patch of daffodils coming up in our new front hill. As we looked closer we found about 10 patches of daffodils. One was even starting to bloom.
I was so happy that the flowers had survived a backhoe trampling them and moving the dirt they were planted in.
Now, I know that they are only flowers and that there are more important things in life than flowers, but I am grateful that I can once again enjoy my little blossoms of sunshine each spring.
Song of Solomon 2:11-12a For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come,
So, when you go through hard times, remember that they won’t last forever. Sometimes you have to look for the promises of spring God provides, just like my little daffodils.