Each morning we must hold out the chalice of our being to receive, to carry, and give back.
The morning glory seemed as if consecrating its life to God. It made me think of Frances R. Havergal’s hymn:
“Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to Thee
Take my moments and my days let them flow in endless praise
Take my hands and let them move at the impulse of Thy love
Take my feet and let them be swift and beautiful for Thee”
A friend made me aware of a version of this hymn sung by Chris Tomlin which I like to sing now.