The snow-patches lie there, frozen with ice at their edge from the strife of sunny days and frosty nights; and through that ice-crust come unscathed flowers bloom.
Back in the days of the by-gone summer, the little soldanelle plant spread its leaves wide and flat on the ground, to drink in the sun-rays, and it kept them stored in the root through the winter.
Higher and higher it grew and always above it rose the bell of air, till the flower-bud formed safely within it: and at last the icy covering of the air-bell gave way and let the blossom through into the sunshine, the crystalline texture of its lilac petals sparkling like snow itself as if it bore the traces of the rough flight through which it had come. This silent transformation bore witness to us that the impossible is possible ; none of these jewel like flowers nestled on the slopes below could have waken.
Everyday, we love to see the impossible done and so does God. Face all challenges to the end. Let your faith grow as God is the God of the impossible.
For with God nothing shall be impossible
- Streams in the Desert devotional