Yesterday my crepe myrtle was standing high and proud, full of its brilliant red blooms. This morning though, each branch was prostrate on the ground as if it were giving thanks to God for the rain that had come during the night. It taught me something I knew but had forgotten; beauty is best manifested prostrate on the ground thanking our savior for the manifest blessing He grants to us daily. God, thank you for reminding me about you this morning.
