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A Tulip

“It’s so hard to bloom only once.”  The small yellow tulip was depressed.  Her beautiful bloom had faded for the year.  The green stem would stand stalwart and straight for a few weeks, but then it too would wither away until next Spring. 
Through the long hot Summer, she would sleep and grow underground.  Fall would be refreshing and Winter confining, but come next Spring, she would burst forth again.  
Perhaps through the last snow she would raise her lovely head.  After the gray bleakness of Winter, she would bring that eternal hope of Spring and God’s bounty of Summer.  She could feel in the very center of her bulb, life itself beginning to stir.  
The small green center was pushing upward every day.  Somehow, it seemed harder this year.  The cold ground resisted desperately as though some awful happening was holding back the glory of Spring.  As hard as she tried, she could not break into the light.  Then, the earth shook violently and the rocks split wide open.  She was frightened now, afraid to exert her energies.  Perhaps in a day or two she would try again.  She rested for now.  
But within just days, the earth seemed to soften and she made one final thrust upward.  As she burst forth into the light, she felt the trembling of the earth.  The sun was just beginning to shine in the east, and a glory she had never seen before enveloped her.  A large stone within the garden was being moved by an unseen hand.  As it moved to the side, her Creator stepped from the dreadful tomb.  His face was dazzling, brighter than the sun.  His clothes shimmered like the stars of Heaven.  As He walked from the dismal place, the earth began to warm to His presence.  Just a few steps and He looked down at the beautiful flower with her petals upraised in praise.  He gently broke the stem and lifted the bloom to His face.  “You are so lovely,” he spoke softly, “I will take you with me to My Father’s House.  I will display you as a symbol of my victory over death!”  The tulip smiled and thought to herself, “It’s not so bad to bloom only once, especially if it’s for all eternity.”  

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