Bubbles & Bulbs

I made my way to the check-out counter with my arms full of discounted spring bulbs, desperate to be planted. I could not withhold my excitement until I got home, so I began to pray the scriptures over each bulb in my possession while I stood in line. The gentleman behind me commented about the chilly weather and wished he wore a coat, but I was all wrapped up in truth about my beautiful inheritance guarded by my heavenly Father. For the first time in many years, my heart was truly glad, and my whole being rejoiced knowing my God can be trusted, for His providence was never intended to harm me.

I spread the bulbs out across the counter. The older man’s hands shook as he counted and bagged my garden treasures. I unfolded the crinkled cash hidden for special occasions and dropped it in his hardworking hands. I usually talk more, but at that moment, steadfast love was commanding all the breakers and waves of suffering that had once gone over me to hope in God. The darkness finally lifted. I praised my God yet again. 

I wasted no time starting to plant because winter would soon freeze the ground. I took my hand shovel and dug up the earth wherever my heart told me to scatter the daffodils, tulips, crocus, and allium. I’m not too fond of perfect landscapes and hold a deep affection for messy flower gardens. As I buried the bulbs, I remembered the crying that once flowed without ceasing, watering the earth beneath my feet. My teardrops were replaced with songs of deliverance. My Lord looked down from heaven and saw my grief. He redeemed my life. 

I called for my children to come and hear all that God had done for my soul that day. They remembered the years of crying out with my mouth and praise on my tongue. Indeed, God listened and attended to the voice of my heartfelt prayers. He did not reject me or remove His steadfast love from me!

We reminisced about the day we planted tulip bulbs outside the bedroom window at the little house in the country. We wondered if they ever bloomed. My little gardeners looked longingly into my eyes, desiring steadfast love from everlasting to everlasting to heal them in the same way. My sweet girl smiled and broke the silence, insisting we blow bubbles over all the bulbs so they are sure to bloom in the spring.