New York City has been a bit crazy when it comes to weather these days. We’ve had sunshine, snow, more sun and then rain with no end in sight. Two weeks ago, I packed up my sweaters and boots, bid them adieu. Two days later, I was back in my puffy, sleeping bag-like winter coat.
The craziness only continues. The other morning, I woke up and checked the weather–high in the 60’s. Wow! But, alas, all-day rain. I could hear it. Tapping against my window. Taunting me. I despise rain. Mostly because I rely on my feet as my primary mode of transportation in the city. And, historically, it’s been quite unkind to my hair.
I armed myself with an umbrella and set out for work. I turned onto John Street and spotted something bright on the sidewalk up ahead.
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A yellow daffodil. Just sitting there, minding its own business, like it was taking a break during rush hour. Where did it come from? Did it fall off a flower delivery truck? Did it travel from a nearby garden?
I waited for the other commuters to pass me on the sidewalk, then snapped a few photos of the bloom on my phone. I walked the rest of the way to work with a spring in my step. I never figured out where the flower came from, but it seemed to carry a message. Brighter days were on their way!
That got me thinking. How, even in the storms of life, God dots our paths with little wonders. Signs and miracles reminding us not to give up. The rain isn’t here to stay. Or, as the nature writer Hal Borland put it:
“No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep…”
