Sunlight glistened in drops of dew as the morning glory awakened to the dawn. Night had transitioned to day as she waited to herald her Creator. Even though the night poured ebony ink across the meadow where she rested, God’s promise of a new day stirred within her. She waited in silence, petals closed like a shield against the chill of darkness, waiting for God’s glory to paint the sky.
The morning glory was alone in the solitude of the sunrise, her vine trailing along the meadow gate’s weathered wood. And though her beauty stood in stark contrast to the splintered wood and determined weeds that pushed their way into the fertile soil beneath her roots, she waited for the Lord to rouse Himself from His holy dwelling. She waited to greet Him in the blush of a new day.
In this quiet space, the tender flower knew God’s presence. In the silence of the morning, she had learned to recognize His footsteps on the wings of the wind and His delicate whispers that only those who learn to be still can hear. Each morning she could hear the Lord calling for her to arise and glorify His name.
This morning was no different.
God’s breath whispered on the gentle breeze as the stroke of the Master’s hand painted the sky. Petals of purple velvet unfurled and lifted like a trumpet towards heaven proclaiming praise to her magnificent Creator. He embraced her with vibrant love, strengthening her in the solitude.
Did the birds with all their clatter glorify the Lord with their praise too? Yes. Certainly. But were they so busy flitting from branch to branch and trying to sing louder than the bluebird in the neighboring tree, they missed the quiet whisper of their Creator — the whispers heard in the silence of stillness? Maybe. Probably.
Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress where I will not be shaken.
My victory and honor come from God alone.
He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.
O my people, trust in him at all times.
Pour out your heart to him,
for God is our refuge. Selah ~ Psalm 62:5-8, NLT