There’s something about morning glories.
In the evening they look like weeds, snaking around my porch. It’s almost impossible to crank the garden hose in, the vine has it so tightly gripped.
But in the morning? It’s a different story. Blue flowers peer through huge green leaves, giving a completely different perspective.
Mornings do that–offer a new way to see things.
Nights can be dark and lonely, perfect places for worry and fear to hide out. Grip us tightly. Make us feel as though there are no answers
But the morning brings new hope, changed thoughts, and fresh ideas.
We remember things are possible.
“It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23