A Series from the Psalms

I welcome joy and whimsy.
I will pause to appreciate the beauty of spring,
as the crocus wakes from its long winter’s nap.

Fun fact: Saffron comes from a specific species of crocus. According to softschools.com, 80,000 plants are required to produce one ounce of it. Ninety percent of the world’s saffron is cultivated in Iran.

Crocuses.
Slivers of delight
poke through hard ground,
singing, Joy to the World.
Delicate yet so sturdy.
They rise when most are still napping.

Like a fairy spreading fairy dust, they sprinkle us with hope.
Hope in new beginnings.
Hope in new perspectives.
Hope in dreaming what is and what will be —
But first, letting go of what was.

Crocuses are early risers, like daisies and tulips. Tiny miracles of promise. Promising warmer weather and longer days.

The desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus.

Isaiah 35:1

The crocus mirrors our souls. Like their petals that open beneath a gray sky, we rise each morning to greet the day. We rise with choices before us — to carry heaviness or to welcome light.

So the next time you see a crocus, bow your head in prayer. Ask the Lord to free you from the chains that are around you. And as you say Amen, listen for its whisper: “Be free! Be joyful! Be like me!”

Light and airy.
Delicate and strong.
Full of grace.

May you notice slivers of joy all around.
May you trust that God will sustain you when you are weary.
May you bloom gently with a quiet strength — just like the crocus.

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