Not one, not two, but three crocus had something to say to me.
February .... not usually a month to make the heart sing, as May does. Although this particular February has been unusually mild, we still live with the very real threat of severe snow storms and the promise of harsh March winds.
I stepped out from my back door and looked around on a garden clothed in unattractive, dull brown. Suddenly, something caught my eye; something bright and lovely. At the bottom of the steps, close to the brick of the house, I saw a little circle of gold --- a triumph of exquisite colour illuminating a drab sea of desolation. I bent down to rejoice in the beauty of a yellow crocus; no, not one, not two, but three and all three had something to say to me.
They reminded me that the dull brown of the garden does not mean that it has been left to an enemy called death but that preparations are continually going on for new life. They called me to worship the Creator Who does not change with the seasons; a loving Creator Who brings order out of chaos and gives beauty for ashes.
We all have winter seasons in our lives and storms full of foreboding. Will I give up and call it death to everything worthwhile? Will I allow the Creator to show me the wonder of His creativity in the midst of the storm? Will I listen to the crocus which had lain dormant for so long that everything seemed hopeless. But suddenly, a miracle! And with the surging of undeniable life, it pushed through all the darkness to bring an enchanting promise. Now, in the midst of a seemingly harsh and hostile environment, it testifies to the unfailing love, wisdom and plan of our Creator, Saviour and God.
Precious, little, golden crocus, Thank you.
With love and prayers,