... in an unexpected question
A friend of mine today asked me why I love crocuses so much.
They appear in purple, yellow or cream carpets all over the place at this time of year. It was something I’d never considered before, but it is true that my reaction to these flowers is more profoundly spiritual than my reaction to snowdrops, daffodils, bluebells or tulips! Once that question was asked a long answer poured out of me. I related how, at a time of my life when I had been afraid and in distress, having been diagnosed with an illness and not knowing what that would mean for me, I’d seen the crocuses popping up from the winter earth in one of London’s garden squares, not far from the hospital where I had my appointments, and how the crocuses had seemed like a sign that there was still life and hope.
My recovery from that illness has lots of facets of meaning every time I think of it, but today it struck me that, when you are given your life back, and you don’t even know why, you have a renewed sense that your life has a purpose, but of course, you still have to work out what that is. I found God back then in signs of spring, when I needed them most, but I find God today in my spontaneous answer to an unexpected question which is helping me to discern my life’s purpose.