Before I saw them, before we began our regular thing.
A morning walk.
Morning glories everywhere!
In the beginning, I cupped her in the crook of my arm, turned her face to where we were going
Talked to God
And she listened.
She looked up curiously towards the wide sky.
Every day she’s so learning.
I’m walking stronger, she’s moved from my arms to the independence of her stroller.
Too soon, no…she’s sweetly ready.
Happy there, more free to turn and notice, stretch her arms toward heaven.
So am I.
I call her “morning glory” because of the way as a newborn she greeted the day with a smile.
I call her “morning glory” because she’s a teacher of good, she illuminates my world, causes me to cherish morning and walks and her round rosy cheek on my shoulder.
The morning glories on the country path are spread wider every morning.
Pops of tender blue increasing on their vines, crawling up the edges of the deep overgrown ditches.
Looking up, curious for God.
Certain of new morning glories tomorrow and beyond.
I call her “morning glory”, she causes my heart’s new bloom.
…now we thank you, praise your glorious name.
I Chronicles 29:13