In a dune of pure white sand, a wild morning glory flourishes. Tightly coiled bud, full blossom and spent flower—it is a perfect picture of life’s stages. I wonder how it receives nourishment in the sand, or how it can find enough water to sustain life. And yet it blooms happily, sending roots deep into the sand, finding somewhere within a layer of nutrients, and thriving on the few drops of moisture the morning’s dew produces. The conditions seem so hostile, and yet the morning glory celebrates life. What about me? Do I send roots deep enough, do I collect the dewdrops, do I celebrate life despite the conditions in which I’m placed? Forgive me, Lord, when I complain and whine. Help me, like this morning glory, to send deep roots of faith and to be grateful for your gift of life. Help me bloom with love where you have placed me. Amen.
A family of great crested flycatchers has moved into our woodpecker house, apparently not at all disturbed that it was designed for another type of bird. I sit at the
Usually when I walk a particular section of the beach, I strive for a specific point, a broken trunk of palm tree for instance, and then reverse my walk home.
