Okay, so I DID write this cautionary tale almost three years ago: A Morning Glory Warning Story. And I still advise you, should you decide to plant them, to be ever vigilant for their tendency to get, well…a little out of hand. Nonetheless, I still adore, with all my heart, the magical morning glory. Even the name is poetic and beautiful. Clearly, whoever named it must have loved it as much as I do.
I love everything about them—their heart-shaped leaves, their rich rainbow of colors, the way the vine reaches out and twines around whatever it can find, the way they re-seed so generously, and, most of all, the way they seem to be illuminated from within. Radiant. They are lovely little vessels of light.
Vessels of light. That’s a prayer I often pray—to be a vessel of the light of God. To be filled with and reflect back His glory. I often fall short, but the morning glory doesn’t. I am infinitely grateful for them.