Dogwoods at Easter - Nanette M. Holloway

The magic of spring continues to manifest in continual beauty. Currently in our edge of the woods, Dogwoods are blooming. One of my personal favorites.

The beautiful blooms grace us yearly near Easter. The bounty of blossoms peek through the new emerald foliage in wooded areas. Wild Dogwood trees flourish in the shade and in cluster in valleys near creeks. Just when I think the white masses of blooms have peaked in performance, the next day awes me once again.

The four cream-colored petals tipped with crimson aptly represent the puncture wounds that held Christ on the cross as He died for our sins. At least that’s what the Legend of the Dogwood claims.

Our inclination is to enjoy the mountain top spiritual experiences or that spiritual high following an awesome touch by the Lord at a women’s or men’s retreat.

But then we have to descend to the valley and live out our faith one day at a time. Yes, the valley too, is beautiful. But sometimes valley experiences are lonely, painful and treacherous. Especially when our faith is tested. The thick woods and rocky obstacles obscure our path. Often the next step requires careful calculation to avoid falls and stay safe.

Then suddenly the woods fill with Dogwood blooms. The journey is sweetened by His presence and glory reflected in each bloom.

In reality, like the Dogwoods, He is ever present, surrounding us with His fragrance, beauty, grace and clothing us with His loving presence.