Morning Glories are one of my favorite flowers, though I have been told they were weeds. Weed or not, I consider them a sign of hope, and I have loved them since I was a child.

My mother had a friend, Lois, that I loved to go visit. She was kind, loving and gentle. She had a large house with many foster children and I used to wish I could go live with her. I realized that my desire to own a large home that was a safe place for children may have stemmed from the solace and safety I found at her house in spite of all the chaos 8-10 running, playing children could bring.

In her yard were morning glories. I was fascinated that they would open up in the morning and then be gone by afternoon. Like God’s mercy, new every morning.

Lois died young, with her my hope for a safe and fun place was lost, along with morning glories.

I have since learned and experienced God’s hope and yes His mercies are new every morning.

What brings you hope?

Experiencing God’s faithfulness each morning, on the Journey, Jackie