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I did not look for it this year, but it happened. This morning’s sunshine drenched the single gold crocus emerging from a spray of striped leaves in my front garden, bare save for mulch and shrubs. For sixteen years this crocus has bloomed in the same spot and dissipated February’s flummoxing antics.

Such blooming recalls Creator God’s artistry and timing: It’s thrilling to be a part of it.


When was the last time a “cyclone” uprooted you from everything familiar and thrust you into Strangeland? When you sweated blood, cast about for help, grappled for footholds in the morass wanting you dead? Such moments are replete with lessons. The way out depends upon fresh grace evoking discernment, courage, and change. Mercifully, this new sense of self will relish its growth, until the next “cyclone” strikes.

Perhaps like the orphaned Dorothy in L. Frank Baum’s classic, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, written in 1900, a ”cyclone” transported you to a foreign place that called for radical change. No longer could you tolerate being stuck.

Perhaps like Dorothy and her dog, Toto, you accepted the new challenge and waited for helpers: the Good Witch of the North and her gifs of silver slippers, her protective kiss, and directions to the Emerald City of Oz, the home of the Wizard; the support of other companions, the Scarecrow seeking intelligence, the Tin Woodman seeking a heart, and the Cowardly Lion seeking courage. High adventure soon befell this foursome as they followed the yellow brick road to the land of Oz. Never were they wanting for nourishment.

Perhaps like Dorothy the sufferings of the journey prodded you forward. There was no turning back. New spirit-gifts began enlarging your cramped world. Surrender to the inevitable change deepened. There would be a way out.

Perhaps like Dorothy, you met someone like Glinda, the Good Witch of the South who taught you to activate your own power by clicking the heels of your silver slippers, three times.

Perhaps like Dorothy, you too discovered a vibrant world of caring people and of fresh colors that again engaged you in life.

Such heroines do show us the way out, if we let them. There are many more around us. We only have to look.

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