Out back, behind the house on what used to be my parents
property there was a special little spot. It was a small patch that I would venture
to at least once a week during the end of March and well into April. The reason
that I would go there was for one reason. That reason was to pick May flowers.
It was the only place on the property that I knew with certainty that they grew
year after year. The flowers were small with petal of purple and sometimes
white. They looked like a small violet only I have never found out exactly what
they were.
There
was always anticipation from the time the snow started to melt and the time
when the little flowers came into bloom. Because when they did bloom it was
sure that spring was upon us and that meant warmer weather. When I finally
found them I would gather up a small bouquet to bring in to my mother. She was
always glad to get them, so it felt good for me to share them with her.
Today
I am reminded as I look out my window of what it takes to have spring flowers.
The day is cold, wet and dark, unlike the warm sunny days that a wonderful
little flower needs to come forth from the earth. As well, I am reminded that
not long ago, there was snow on the ground with freezing temperatures. How
amazing it is that we need to go through winters to enjoy the little things
that come after.

God does not leave
us is the same season all the time. We can anticipate that God has a purpose
and a place for us. We may have to endure winter for a season, but God is still
with us. Jesus reminded his disciples, 27 Consider
the lilies, 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. Luke
12:27 (ESV) Let’s continue to anticipate the May flowers together and
know that God continues to help us through. If God takes care of the flowers of
the field, how much more He will take care of those who he calls His own.
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