Morning Glory

Morning Glories, oh how I appreciate this little bloom. How she awakens the dawn, with enthusiasm, as she absorbs the sun upon her leaves. She welcomes the day so gently with her delicate petals, opened to receive. Her beauty radiates as she tenderly intertwines with life around her. This humble flora yields to her maker, bending, climbing. This is why she is created, this is in her design. To show His glory in the mornings, this is her purpose. I could learn from her.

How I should greet the day as she...so His radiance can be seen from me.

Yet, before He can gleam through me...I must glean from Him.

I must welcome my day humbly on bended knee, preparing my heart, with thanksgiving and praise. I must, with hope, be in the word, gleaning, consuming, meeting with my Maker. I must eagerly absorb the truths of the Son and gladly open my heart to receive. This is why I was designed, why I was created. So that His beauty can radiate in me, through me, while I gently mingle about life. So that in all I say and do, while I climb this mountain, it will bring Him glory.

Morning Glory.