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Hardy Blooms

Resilience: (noun), an ability to recover from or adjust easily to misfortune or change (Merriam Webster).

This is what I want for myself– to be as resilient as the crocuses sprinkling my backyard.

If you don’t know, crocuses are these cute little flowers, and for me, they represent the birth of spring. They come up ‘wild’ in our yard, probably planted long ago, not restrained to flower beds but popping up wherever they please.

I always look for them, come springtime. I scan our yard, walking on tip-toes so I don’t accidentally step on one, and I may even do a little hop and dance when I find them (I cannot confirm or deny this crocus-dance).

My phone is now flooded with photos of these little blooms. I found them last week, when I knew PA’s infamous March snow storm was approaching.

(Why do we ALWAYS have a blizzard in March?! Maybe it’s God’s last hurray for the winter months.)

These poor, unsuspecting flowers– I was sure they were going to be decimated by the snow.

As the flurries persisted, piling inch after inch, all Saturday, I couldn’t look out the windows without inwardly cringing. I usually love the snow… but the crocuses!

Yesterday my white yard returned to its springtime green, so you know what I did; out I went, tip-toeing and hoping.

They were there.

I couldn’t believe it. In fact, the flowers had not just survived, but were somehow blooming, thriving, more than before.

God taught me a lesson through this. Or, He reminded me of something I’ve known but often forget.

One of my favorite fear-fighting verses is in Matthew 6. I fondly call it the ‘worry section’ (lovely, I know). The main idea is this: God takes care of the birds and the flowers, so OF COURSE He is going to take care of you– don’t worry!

I love that. I think this Scripture is one of the reasons why I love flowers so much (and birds, for that matter); I am reminded how such fragile creatures are sustained by a faithful God. A faithful Father, who I have the honor of calling my own.

And this honor is, or can be, yours too. I can’t say it any more succinctly than Romans can:

“if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved” (Romans 10:9).

That is my prayer and wish for you, dear friends, to be in the presence of our good Father, to let Him care for you. May you blossom, thrive, no matter the storm.


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