I saw this courageous fellow peeking out of the snow this morning. I've always admired the tenacity of dandelions but I admit that I was pretty impressed with this guy. I mean he couldn't help it if just a week and a half ago it was in the 60's (one day it got up to 70) and he thought it a fine time to bloom. And now it's snowed and dipped down into the lower teens at night these past few nights with blustery northern winds. But what choice does he have? And such is life.
When life throws us a little nasty weather we can choose to poke our heads above it all and be a little cheerful color in a drab, wintery world--to be a reminder that winter will pass and spring will come again.
As long as the earth exists seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. (Genesis 8:22)
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23)