Some days hope seems elusive…like a long lost friend. I nearly lost site of it. The pain is deep…it gets deeper still…but God sends HOPE in the strangest of ways, through the strangest of means, and by an unexpected messenger.
I needed HOPE today — a day of deep regret and shame. Then GOD whispered to me through hope-driven crocuses. My sweet Joanna shared this picture today on Facebook…as you look at it and listen to it…lean in…can you hear, smell, and see HOPE?
HOPE says that shame, buried deep, can still break through — like crocuses planted months ago, which had been buried in snow, burst forth and reached to their Creator begging to bloom. You can hear the dirt move aside, as their arms reach Heavenward.
HOPE is like that…even in years of shame…HOPE moves the shame aside…HOPE is Jesus.
I know that Joanna didn’t know that when she shared this picture that it would keep one “crocus” from giving up in despair…I’m certain of it. But,God…in His infinite wisdom, uses crocuses bursting forth and unsuspecting Joanna’s to deliver HOPE to unsuspecting souls who’ve lost all hope.
Winter is not over because Jesus has not returned to take us home. However, these hopeful crocuses, which may get buried again in the harshness of snow still HOPE. So, for another day…so will I.
Though HE slay me, yet I will trust HIM…HE is my HOPE.