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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.”
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Love love love !
I am doing the same …watching the unfurling, twirling wonder of the dance of worship and surrender of tulips!
My father always brought my mother a bouquet of jonquils when they first appeared in the spring.
Dear Mrs. Mary Anne,
I love this! Thank you for sharing your heart and your photos. You are very gifted. The way that you glorify God but also keep it “real” is so inspiring. Prayers, Claire Willis
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This is beautiful – well articulated. Thank you!