Snowdrops and Eternity


In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. John 14:2

Every year, just about this time, I find myself writing about the snowdrops in our yard.

For those of you who might not know, snowdrops are tiny white flowers which hang down from their vibrant green stems like a .. well, a drop of snow.  In the flower world, they are the harbinger of spring time.

Snow drops always amaze me.  In spite of the cold and snow, the bravely begin to peek their tiny heads up, often while the snow is still on the ground.

Dormant for most of the year, they dominate our yard.  Planted years and years ago, long before we moved here, they have naturalized and spread until our property becomes a carpet of living white beauty that is spreading up the hills behind and next to our home.

I’ve come to love those little flowers, and for me, the signal that the days of feeling better, warmer days, are not far away.

I’ve wondered how this winter while affect them.  Buried only inches beneath the ground, they have no doubt been hit harder than some of the deeper lying bulbs. This has been the harshest winter I can remember, with man, many sub-zero temperature days.  I’ve wondered if they will survive.

So, I’ll be watching out my window for a first glimpse of snowdrops.

Will they grow again?  Will they all be gone?  Will just a remnant remain?

How grateful I am that we need not ask ourselves these same questions.  Those of us who walk with Christ have the full assurance of our own rebirth into the place that is being prepared for us.

And as much as I anticipate the rebirth of my snowdrops, I know it will be nothing compared to what lies ahead for each of us who loves Him.

 © deni weber 2010-2015