Yellow crocuses springing out of mud.
Hope in tiny promise packages.
Whenever I picture the scene of Christ on the cross, I envision Him gazing at the ground through swollen and bloody eyelids at a single crocus coming up through the mud at His mother’s feet.
Knowing the anguish of separation from his family, his disciples, and of His Father God ~ He chooses to focus on the joy of new life, new hope, and promises fulfilled.
It's the only way He could have tolerated what He was going through and the fear of the next three days. He had to believe.
Hope!