Morning Glory Garden

MORNING GLORY GARDEN

If my walk with God were a Garden, it would be a Morning Glory Garden.

You see, God has given me a gift – it is the ability to see beauty – to see God’s glory - in the midst of the weedy parts of my life.

There is a patch of morning glories near my house. They are all tangled in with blackberries and other grasses and weeds. People say that they are a noxious weed, but when they are in bloom, they are magnificent!! Underneath the thick vine are some hidden treasures, if I dare but look. They grow in the place where my mother-in-law’s gardener deposits the clippings from her flower beds. Buried beneath the vines most of the time, some of these flowers raise up through the mat and I am always amazed at how much it looks like they are all raising their faces up to God. So whether the morning glories are blooming or not – they still allow others to join in their display.

That’s how it is with me and God. As we walk through life, He shows me beauty through the weeds of my life. When I have been in pain, He soothes me, when I am sad, he holds me close and makes me smile. When I am discouraged or afraid, He gives me strength I never could have imagined. And when I am in full bloom, it is because He is shining through me and I am lifting my face up to Him.

So you see – even though I still have many weeds that invade my walk with God, when I look at Him, he shows me hidden gems beneath the surface. When I feel like I am struggling beneath the tangled mat (many times because of my own doing) He shines light and gives me room to grow – with new strength, because I had to go through the tough stuff. When I see myself as noxious and weedy – God sees my beauty, because of Jesus in me.

He provides the morning glories of my garden for growth, medicinal purposes, my own natural hallucinogenic, and to keep the ground from washing away from under my feet. And even when I feel like the ground is washing out – I can glimpse little glories daily – the face of a baby, the caring of a friend, a supportive husband, my incredible grandchildren, a “coincidental” miracle - the list goes on and on. Perhaps the greatest glory is the fact that my walk with Him – my garden - is uniquely mine – it doesn’t have to be like or look like anyone else’s garden.
His Glories are new every morning - because I am His and He is mine!
By Patti Wieland