You might think this is a picture of an empty flower bed. Just dirt. Barren.
November arrived ten days ago. Along with it came a time change which plunged us into darkness each day before I’m ready, trees without color, vicious winds that cut through nearly any coat I chose, a definite dip in night and day temperatures, and the desolate reality that winter is settling in. I’ll admit, I was feeling a little blue about the whole prospect. Sunshine is my game, not chapped lips and cold toes.
But then. A glimmer. Thirty tulip bulbs straight from Holland arrived like a candle in the window of my gloom. Now, they lie beneath that seemingly barren dirt in my back yard whispering a warm promise each time I glance that way. That empty flower bed is my talisman of expectation. Of anticipation. The light at the end of winter’s tunnel is already shining.
This is what God gives us when we trust Him. Not warmer toes or longer days, but a promise. An assurance that after the winter there will be a spring. Happy November, Everyone!
