Snowdrops at Walsingham Abbey reminded me that we all have seasons in our lives, says Jenny Luck of King’s Lynn Quakers

It’s the turn of Jenny Luck, of King’s Lynn Quakers, to write our weekly Thought for the Week column…

Recently I walked among the snowdrops at Walsingham Abbey. It was cold and cloudy out there.

Winter and snowdrops always remind me that we all have seasons in our own lives.

We have our colourful springs, full-blown summer, and our fruitful autumns. And then sometimes comes winter, when we are stripped bare of all we know, trust and love.

I particularly think of those I know and work with, who are bereaved and have lost someone dear to them, who was the centre of their own orbit. And when we do, we are lost, in a dark, cold and hard place.

Then I remember the snowdrops, who against all the odds, perseveringly push their way up through the cold, dark and hard soil to reach the muted light and whatever warmth there may be in winter.

And so too, do we have parts of us, which persevere upwards into whatever light is available, inexorably, often to our own surprise.

And like the fragile and delicate snowdrop flowers, turn to face the sun, the very weak and thin sun.

We then find that our delicate selves are also surprisingly strong and hardy, even against the snow and frosts of life.