I take a step out my front door and am no longer greeted by the lush green leaves and aromatic smell of lilacs. The lilac bush by the sidewalk is now naked against the harsh winter wind. Its leaves, carried away long ago by autumn’s breeze. Its feet are buried deep under a blanket of sparkling white snow. The bush looks lonely there in the snow, forsaken by its cloak of pale green leaves, abandoned by its lavender blooms. Its spindly stalks reach toward the sky, begging to be warmed once more by the sun.
How I long to once again smell the sweet fragrance of lilacs in full bloom. I find a small consolation in the tiny buds sprouting from the tips of the bush’s limbs. The buds wait patiently to be kissed by the warm spring sun, waking them from their long winter sleep. Lilacs bud in the fall after all its leaves have dropped.
The buds remain dormant until coaxed to open in early spring by warmer temperatures and longer periods of sunlight. Tiny lilac buds are the promise that spring will return. The little bush steadily holds its ground, ready to brave all of winter’s woes. The bush summons all its strength, pushes its roots deeper into the ground, and waits.
It knows that spring will return, and with it new beginnings.
As I observe this display of strength in these dark months, I am encouraged. The little lilac bush, having been stripped of its glory, stands firm embracing the daunting challenge of surviving the winter. It eagerly anticipates the day its first bud will open. I reflect on the bush’s innocent determination and realize that I could learn from its example.
In the face of tribulation the little bush doesn’t give up, and neither should I.
In observing this seemingly trivial thing, I am reminded that in life we go through seasons of change. We experience spring when we go through times of growth. Summer is upon us during our times of peace and happiness. We are in autumn when we go through transition, and in winter we experience our darkest hours.
It is in winter that we need to remain steadfast and strong, knowing that spring promises to come again.
Brightest blessings lovelies,