THE FIRST FLOWERS OF SPRING

The Daffodils in my yard are beginning to open their little yellow faces. Even as the temperatures tease with warm and then dip to freezing they seem unaffected with that fickleness and continue to bloom.

It is amazing how first the green shoots defy gravity, break through the harsh and hard ground that would keep them forever in the dark, and then reach toward heaven. Next the buds begin to develop. At first they don’t look like much, rather immature and ugly but as they begin to unfold and share their yellow glory one can only stand in awe of such perfection.

They are the first signs that break through the cold and dark winter bringing with them the promise of sun and warmth once again. The heart rejoices in that promise knowing full well that the cycle will start again and winter will again assert its rightful place in the pattern of things once the spring and summer are spent.

Those living in climates of little variation will not have the opportunity to note the signs that so well relate at times to our life’s journey. Nature invites us to stop and to observe and to take heart in the cycles that we will experience knowing that nothing lasts forever and yet everything regenerates anew.

Here’s to the flowers, to the promise, to the acceptance of all that is in God’s good time and in God’s good plan. Here’s to us who ride the waves of change and transition as we break free time and time again in the springtime of our journey.

Life is a constant celebration of love that propels us through all we encounter, causes the buds to blossom, and makes the journey sweet.