Harbingers of Spring

I moved to the farm one fall nearly thirty years ago. The winter was colder than I expected, and a little harder. Spring finally arrived with a surprise. Daffodils lined the fence line and driveway. The bright yellow was a welcome sight after months of gloomy weather.

Once all the daffodils bloomed, Sam, the farm manager who’d planted them years before, went down the row and picked a double handful, careful not to take too many from any one spot. He presented me with a huge bouquet, as proud as a little boy with a blossom for his mama. The flowers filled my largest vase.

Daffodils along the fence became my harbinger of spring, my sign of hope that a long winter would soon be done.

The Overcomer Daffodils

Some years ago, I went through a particularly terrible time. Devastated by the events. Powerless to change them. Unable to see any light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.

That Christmas, the hardest we’d ever faced, a friend gave me a bag of daffodil bulbs. Ryan (my son) and I planted them in a new row along an unplanted stretch of driveway. To my surprise, by the time the daffodils bloomed, things were better. I called them my Overcomer Daffodils.

A few years later, another difficult time came and stayed for a while. I bought a bag of daffodil bulbs for myself, planted them, and prayed our circumstances would improve by the time they bloomed, as they had before.

Winter came before blooms, of course, and that year was a hard one. The temperatures were low. Sam was sick and frail. The water to the barn froze. I hauled water to livestock in single-digit temperatures until I was nearly crazed by cold and exhaustion. I was too busy to think about daffodils. When they finally bloomed, a thrill of hope shot through me. It was a sign. I felt certain of it.

It didn’t take long to realize the daffodils weren’t the sign I’d hoped to receive. That particular stretch of hard didn’t end for quite a while. When it came, the change was in me, not my circumstances. I relinquished my difficulties to the only One who could intervene and allowed Him to heal my wounded, weary heart. The daffodils served as a symbol of the grace and power I received as I became a little more like Christ.

Forgotten Flowers

Sam died just before winter began in 2017. I missed him more than I thought possible. Life without him was far more difficult than I’d expected. If the daffodils bloomed last year, I overlooked them. Flowers, hope, and power were in short supply. Despite proddings from well-meaning people to “get over it,” I stayed with my grief until the hardest part of the work was done.

Earlier this month, I remembered the daffodils and waited in anticipation for the buds to shoot up and the flowers to open. A few days ago, the first daffodils bloomed and an important truth came along with them. They’ve become more than a sign of hope. They’re a testimony to thirty years of God’s faithfulness and His grace.

This morning I realized something surprising. I made it through another hard season and God’s grace was sufficient all the way through.

Consider the Lilies

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing?… And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 

But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.” Matthew 6:25, 28-32 ESV

What about you? Have you been through a difficult season in life? What helped you? What served as a sign of hope for you? I’d love to hear from you, so please comment below.

 

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Promises of God Fulfilled

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