Every year I love it when I see snowdrops appear. I love their fragile beauty, intricate petals and flimsy stems buffeted by Winter winds. I love their tenacity at arriving while snow still threatens. While other bulbs keep warm below ground waiting for Spring sunshine, their scattering of white brings life to my otherwise drab garden. They tell me: Hang on, there! Spring is coming!
Their fragile tenacity reminds me of two precious, miracle children who I prayed for when the snowdrops were in bloom in 2011 and 2014. This year, they remind me to thank God for the answers He gave to those prayers, and to keep praying for ‘Spring’ to come.