Morning (but not afternoon) glories
Earlier this year, a friend very kindly gave some morning glory seeds. Despite my best efforts, they somehow survived, and the result has been a host of beautiful purple flowers clambering up our shed (apart from the more adventurous ones who attempted to make it over the fence into next door’s garden). What I quickly discovered about morning glories is that the individual flowers don’t last long. (I guess the name is a bit of a giveaway …) Each morning, I’d open the blind to discover a fresh crop of blooms, but by early afternoon they would shrivel and wilt. One of my favourite Bible verses is in Lamentations, where we are reminded that “Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning” (Lamentations 3:23, NLT). And while my morning glories will soon succumb to the cooler autumn air, God’s compassion is freely available to me each and every day. So, what does this have to do with writing? Every writer I’ve ever spok...