The Glories of Morning Glories (Revisited)

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[NOTE: I wrote a post on this same topic last year, but today’s is quite a bit different. As if I don’t have the right to repeat myself! *LOL*]

It rained last night. A lot. And the weather forecast for today isn’t much better. Nothing falling at the moment, but the lack of sunshine makes today look like a bleary day. With very high humidity. A day to walk at the mall and not in the neighborhood.

Many people get depressed on days like this. They find it a challenge to make themselves do anything they don’t have to do. They would prefer to stay home from work and just snooze the day away.

I can’t say I’m like that. Not today, anyhow.

Going out this morning to get my daily diet cherry limeade (easy ice) at the neighborhood Sonic, I couldn’t help noticing the morning glories. We planted them at the base of the chain link fence at the front of our yard, and they have spread beyond our wildest imaginations. In addition to the seeds we planted this year, a number of them sprang up from seeds that dropped at the end of last summer and took root.

Someone recently pointed out that morning glories are considered “invasive.” I guess that’s why we also have morning glories growing throughout the pyracantha bush that towers over the front porch. (From being planted somewhere near the porch.) And why some have made the jump from the fence to the next-door-neighbor’s crepe myrtle tree!

As you can see from my pictures, the rain didn’t discourage the morning glories from blooming, and I think that’s a good symbol for the importance of maintaining a hopeful attitude on days like this rather than getting depressed or feeling lazy.

Rain will fall into every life. I’ve had my share, and I’m sure I’ll experience more as I grow older. But none of the bad aspects of life are so tragic that we can’t continue to count our blessings if we’re just willing to.

The Bible says that every good and perfect gift comes from above. I believe that, and I thank God daily for my blessings–His blessings. Nothing can keep me from appreciating the various morning glories He causes to bloom in my life.

What about you? Are you thankful for your blessings? How about sharing a comment?


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The Glory of Morning Glories

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Was it Mark Twain who supposedly said he was happy if he looked in the obituary each morning and didn’t see his name? I’m not sure. I must not have Googled on the correct words, and  I probably got the exact quote wrong.

I don’t read newspapers– normally tells me what I need to know about the sad state of the world–and I wouldn’t read the obituary column even if I read newspapers. I’m not that morbid. Even though I’d rather know for sure that I’ll die in my sleep when the time comes, I’m not afraid of death itself. Jesus’ death and resurrection removed that concern.

Now to the topic of morning glories.

When I go outside every morning, I may or may not see sunshine. But- during the summertime – I can count on seeing fresh morning glories blooming everywhere and the ugly remains of the previous day’s blossoms dying off. The picture on the far right is of me standing in front of our next-door-neighbor’s crape myrtle. One of our morning glory vines hand has grown up from the fence into the tree branches. Probably a good three-to-five feet higher than my 5’6″. (Click on the thumbnail for  a larger picture.) The other pictures are of morning glories whose vines are still on the fence.

The ability of morning glories to reseed (maybe not the proper botanical term)  from year to year, even though they’re not perennials, fascinates me. Also the subtle differences among the blooms.

Morning glories make me think about life and death. Over the course of mankind’s existence, everyone has eventually died and babies have been born to take their place. That’s one way to look at morning glories symbolically.

But I prefer another viewpoint. Each bloom has an appointed lifespan, just as each of us does. None of us knows what ours will be.

But for Christians, secure in their belief in the resurrection of Jesus Christ, the bloom dying on the vine might symbolize earthly death. The dead blossoms will never become alive and beautiful again.

I’d like to picture our entry into Heaven as being like a dead blossom being reborn as an immensely more beautiful morning glory than it had been here on earth. Something that doesn’t happen with real morning glories.

What do you think? Please leave a comment.


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