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?
I live in a house built in 1920 that has a normal (read small) city-sized lot. Over the years, I’ve expanded my flower beds into a large flower garden. I’m pretty much a failure at vegetables. I like to think my yard has an English-cottage-garden feel, but it might not actually hold up to that definition. I just plant what I find pretty and that brings me joy.
I purchased my new camera in October. I decided not to do the fall clean-up of the garden so that I would have a few extra “subjects” to photograph through our long Ohio winter. These birds would be in the garage right now. They probably wish they were.
It’s not a new concept by any means, but I find that my garden can run parallel to my spiritual life. Weeds left untended become huge root-deep problems that can cause pain during removal. Sometimes, the weeds unearth good “fruit.” Even the good, healthy plants need pruning. When left to their own devices, they can grow too big and overtake the space other plants need to develop.
It’s all a balancing act that needs daily tending from the Gardener who loves and cares for us. And after all of that pruning and digging and weeding – even in the dead of Winter – beauty remains.
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My inspiration for the title of this post comes from Audrey Assad’s beautiful song “Even the Winter.”
(Click any of the photos above to see them at full size.)
Can you believe how magnificent these snowflakes are? Why would God make something so complex that is only temporary? Some snowfalls don’t even last a day. Yet God still creates these intricate, beautiful snow flakes.
Thank you, God of the universe, for creating this amazing beauty all around us.
And forgive me for missing it all too often.
Worthy are You, our Lord and our God, to receive glory and honor and power; for You created all things, and because of Your will they existed, and were created.”~ Revelation 4:11 NASB