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The Jonquils are blooming again on the hillside in the front pasture. It was a blustery day here, but still they sang their songs of hope. They bumped heads and swayed in the wind as I plucked a few for my table. The jonquils are always the first sign that spring will come. They are a cheerful sight.
My favorite time in a jonquil’s short life span is in her process of blooming. If I am lucky, I can find a few buds that are still opening so I can watch the magic unfold. The unfurling from bud to a bloom is inspiring. The petals twist wildly as they move into the shapes of vulnerability and surrender. There is much winsomeness in her struggle.
I feel her pain.
She is moving through the process of becoming as she surrenders to the sun. She says “Yes I will let you in. Yes I will surrender my inmost parts. I will not be afraid of the frost that is sure to come.”
How wonderful.
Once again I am learning from the flowers — how to worship, how to trust, how to shine.
Psalm 28:7~ “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.”
Hello Spring
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