About now I am really longing to see my snowdrops pop up. Winter is in that “will it ever be over?” stage and any little sign of its passing is eagerly anticipated. Do you know snowdrops? They are the very first bulb to appear, at least in my neck of the woods. They come up before it seems possible for anything to sprout. Sometimes I almost miss them because they push up through the snow and, being white, seem to melt into it.
Snowdrops remind me of hope. They are small and appear delicate but that can’t be true. They brave the frozen ground and frigid air and boldly push their lovely blooms open as if to say; “I’m a sure thing; there is no stopping me.”
Maybe our soul feels in the thick of winter. Maybe events and circumstances place us where there is only frozen emotions and frigid thoughts. Life is as dark and cold and forbidding as it can be right now. But watch for hope. Hope is a fighter and a pusher and hope will rise again. Just at the right time. Just when you wonder, “will it ever be over?”
Proverbs 13:12 says; “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.” Or maybe a snowdrop!