Monday, October 20, 2014

Mama's Morning Glories

How can I give thanks for the things You have done for me . . . 

- Andrae Crouch









The soft Autumn light filtered shadows across the leaves and I saw them there. 

The fragile morning glories, nestled in the fading October sunlight, crisp and cheerful, holding onto the last of their life. 

Morning glories . . .

They always hold a special place in my heart, and their appearance brings a spot of joy to my day and an aura of remembrance. 

We still have a few stray flowers in our yard, their lovely blue faces peeking out of their hiding place under the window box. 

My Mama's morning glories.


When I was a little girl, I remember them all-abundant on the white trellis, their azure-glory framed against the softer blue of the sky behind them. 

There, and climbing the fence that hemmed in our yard. 

My Mama planted them when she became a Christian, just a few years before I was born, when joy and peace first flooded our home like a clear day of sunshine after the rain. 

She planted morning glories . . .

To give evidence of the beauty that she now saw all around her - because they reminded her of Jesus and the new life that He had given. 

I remember being outside when I was a little girl, looking at those morning glories and my Mama's perennials all around; she tended them with such care and grace...

I remember the sunlight bathing the day with soft splendor and my Mama's joy, and her voice sweetly singing - maybe "His Eye is on the Sparrow," or Andrae Crouch's "My Tribute." 

And every spring, they would pop out of the ground anew, the resurrection of their little faces making us forget the long dreariness of Winter. 

Those lovely morning glories . . . 


A reminder of grace... a reminder of joy... 

And the sweetness of new life. 





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12 comments:

  1. I love Morning Glories. Mine took off this year and I found them wrapped around a shovel on the other side of the fence! I love that your mama planted them when she became a Christian. What a beautiful tribute to both the Lord for that gift and to your mother. Blessings

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    1. Thank you, Mary! I love morning glories, too; they are such beautiful flowers :-).

      Blessings to you, as well. :-)

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  2. Thanks for sharing your beautiful memories!

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  3. Such beautiful pictures... and wonderful memories. :) Thank you for sharing.....

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  4. Such sweet sentiments! Thank you for sharing at the Art of Home-Making Mondays! :)

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    1. You're welcome! :-) Thank you for hosting!

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    1. Thank you for visiting! The Lord bless you . . . :-)

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  6. Lovely post, Rebekah. I have wild morning glories growing, a vine on either end of my porch. I save the seeds every year and add plants to originals that re grow in the spring. They are a JOY to me. So glad to meet you here among the morning glories - have a blessed week!

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    1. Thank you, June! You have a blessed week, too :-).

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