At the end of winter's dark siege, the little daffodil's brave shoots give hope. A fresh breath of gladness that the long blast of winter will soon be past. Even as snow often covers the spring's new green, it still does not dampen the expectation of spring. Chirping birds, busy about the business of a new nestings, offer a glad chorale to the change of season closing winter's dark chapter.
When we pass through the dark valleys of this life's journey. We must look to God's Word. It is His promises that open the door of springtime to our soul. He renews our spirit in the midst of winter's dark night.
We can trust His loving kindness because it is the essence of His Being. We can speak at the end of our life as Joshua spoke:
And, behold, this day I am going the way of all the earth: and ye know in all your hearts and in all your souls, that not one thing hath failed of all the good things which the Lord your God spake concerning you; all are come to pass unto you, and not one thing hath failed thereof (Joshua 24:14).
Tomorrow is Resurrection Sunday, the greatest of all springtime promises. Christ died that we might live. As the little daffodil waves its triumphant blossom against winter's dark blast, the cross is a glistening promise of eternal life to those that believe.
