Language of Flowers: Morning Glory
The Morning Glory has a special meaning for me. Two friends and I formed a trio in the 1980s to sing songs of praise in our church. I played the guitar and sang lead, while my friends harmonized. I named us Morning Glory because it expressed our purpose--to bring glory to God in the morning worship service.
This Morning Glory was planted by a bird, more than likely, a few years ago in the flower bed below my front porch. Last week my sister, who was visiting from Florida, sat with me in the rocking chairs on the porch several mornings. We shared our hearts' desire to bring glory to God as we drank our coffee and read our devotions. The vine was growing so quickly that we saw its tip wave about searching for a foothold on the porch railing--I promised her I'd send her a photo as soon as it bloomed.
Watching the vine reach out for the porch railing was a wonderful reminder of our need to cling to God always, especially when we are growing in the Lord and the enemy is prowling about to devour us. It is also a reminder that He gives us each other for support to help us over the difficult paths we sometimes must travel. This is what God was doing for me because while my sister was still here we learned that Olivia's and August's Poppi (my daughter-in-law's father) has been diagnosed with untreatable cancer.
When I looked at the photo I'd taken I realized the light in the background is the electric candle I leave lit in my dining room window. It is my reminder that Christ is the Light in the world and no matter what lies ahead His light will show the way.