Wow! It’s been a little while since I’ve been on here. And during all of that time, God has shown me such Amazing Grace!
I was all ready to jump back into blogging last Thursday and then my mom fell. She broke both of her shoulders and her right arm in two places. She had surgery to put in a plate and screws. We would really value your prayers for her. Her name is Beth.
I plan to be around here a lot more. I have so many ideas and photos to share with you. I’ve been storing up beauty that I’ve observed.
Every spring I anticipate the daffodils coming up. I am like a kid at Christmas time! I’m out there checking #BulbArrival as many times as I can starting around Valentine’s Day. Now, I’ve lived in northeast Ohio for my whole life except for four years that Ed and I lived in Nashville. I know that no matter what the groundhog says or how much I want it, we aren’t going to have daffodil blooms until April. I don’t think we’ll have daffodils for Easter this year but I could be wrong. Wouldn’t that be nice!
There’s one thing in all this bulb watching that really, really fascinates me. That is how the bulbs push up and break through the leaves that I covered them with last fall. The leaves don’t smother them. The bulbs don’t lift the leaves and move them aside. No, the shoot pushes and breaks through the leaf. And every year, I am utterly fascinated by this.
I’m wondering what spiritual correlations I can make from this yearly event. The green shoots could represent God’s love and how it reaches through and breaks up the sin and death that tries to smoother us. It could represent the hope for eternal life that breaks through the life of the carnal man.
What do you think? What spiritual lesson do you see in these daffodil bulbs and last year’s dead leaves?