As winter draws to a close here in the Northwest, the hearty daffodils begin to poke their heads up through the leaves, grass and twigs on the surface of the ground, braving the down pour of rain and the whipping of winds.
D&C 90:24 “Search diligently, pray always, and be believing, an all things shall work together for your good, if ye walk uprightly and remember…”
As the maturing buds of the daffodils continue to swell and open, the inner blooming beauty becomes evident for all who care to observe. The hardy green stems that poked their heads above the ground just a short time before have given the world the beginnings of this delicate brilliant golden flower, displaying their crowning glory. God’s majesty seems to be magnified the in the magnificence of the daffodils’ maturity.
Lo, the winter has passed.
Just the vision of the beaming yellow blooms as I pass BRIGHTS me on cold gray days. The image of daffodils gives me hope that spring may be on its way.
My friend Goldie (her name is perfect for my story) grows these beautiful, sweet and simple daffodils (Narcissus cantabricus) in her own little “Garden of Eden.” Each week she picks the best flowers from her garden and brings them to church. Today was no exception.
I enjoy daffodils in a general way, much like I enjoy most flowers. Today, however, I was obsessed with the simple bouquet at the front of the chapel. Perhaps I was a little surprised to see daffodils this early in the season. It’s typically the early bloomers like snowdrops that make the first appearance of spring. I was just glad to see flowers! By the end of winter I am so gleefully giddy to see that spot of color peering out to brighten the gray winter days, I could throw myself onto the ground and cry with thankfulness.
We’re going to make it out ALIVE!
That grateful enthusiasm is a bit how I feel about these daffodils.
I have a thing for symbolism and I realized as the meeting wore on that these daffodils were teaching me something… something about life.
It has been a long hard winter in more ways than just the weather. These flowers reminded me that new life is here. These little flowers represent the spirit of hope – hope that all sadness comes to an end – hope that light will return – hope IN Jesus Christ.
Jesus is the light and life of the world. He comes at our darkest hours and brings with Him a renewal of spirit, much like those daffodils. What’s more, these beautiful creations have a trumpet right in the center. They herald in the message that “Spring is here! The dark days of winter will soon be finished!” I think we all need to do the same as we begin to feel the warm of the rays of the SON – we need to herald the message that, “New life is here! The Savior is coming!”
On October 20, 2001, communities in New York City started The Daffodil Project. More than 10,000 volunteers planted 1.5 million daffodil bulbs. These bulbs were donated by people and organizations in the Netherlands and New York. This project brings a spirit of hope to the city. The daffodils remind people each year of the heroic rescue and recovery efforts after the tragedy on September 11, 2001. Each spring a golden Field of Daffodils weave through the city in more than 1000 parks and green spaces.
Interesting. These simple blooms remind me of the heroic rescue and recovery effort that Gospel of Jesus Christ brings to countless souls. Daffodils, the flowers symbolizing friendship, represent that ultimate sacrifice of the truest friend we all have… Jesus the Christ. Think of the fields of gold as we shout from the house tops, “Jesus is the Christ!”
When I got home I looked up trivia on daffodils. I discovered that daffodils are native mainly to the Mediterranean region. I am on a roll now. Jesus lived and taught in the Mediterranean area!
Can my mind handle all the symbolic possibilities?
Their golden color reminds me of the eternal and celestial origin of the message, “Jesus is the Christ!” Each daffodil seems to have a uniqueness all its own. Some are even white and golden yellow. The white reminds me of the pure clean light that is bursting into the darkened world.
With my aging eyes I thought I counted 5 pedal on each bloom. This reminded me of the Gospel message of God’s grace, particularly His compassion towards man’s fallen state. In scriptures, the number 5 often represents the wounds of Christ for the redemption of all mankind. However, when I got closer to the front of the room I realized that there were 6 pedals. I giggled to myself as I remember that 6 often represents a deficit and imperfection. My defective eyes had misled me. Thank God there is a Savior to complete me and to make whole that which I cannot fix!
I started thinking how these daffodils could even symbolize me and all those creations of God that herald His coming.
There are subtle differences between the petals of a single flower, much like our own fingerprints. Only God could have created such variation within a single variety of daffodils. He has done the same in His people. We are all different, yet radiate and reflect the perfect light that created us.
Daffodils multiply. I have a few in my garden that started from a single bulb which I planted several years ago. Each year I have more plants, which add to the early spring beauty of my yard and remind me of God’s provision. The same could be true with people. One testimony of Christ brings more souls to His fold. One small little family, started by the marriage of two people brings to pass a multitude of family as babies are born and marriages continue and more babies are born.
It reminds me of a poem I read by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
We can make this a kinder and more gentle world, if we want to. It’s in our power to do so. Just like daffodils we can dance, we can trumpet, and we can paint the Light that created us.