My Crepe Myrtle
Last summer, I was just coming back to life from a long illness. My family gave me three crepe myrtles. The trees stayed in their buckets too long because I was too weak to plant them. The summer sun scorched the trees. Although two of them clung to life, one tree began to wither and its leaves fell off. I knew just how it felt. I had fought a long hard battle of survival too. That little tree mirrored me. So, just like I prayed for God to completely heal me, I prayed for that little tree to survive and blossom. Miraculously, it survived.
That fall, my family planted my crepe myrtle in front of my window. It reminded me that if God could heal that tree He could heal me. Winter came. Snow covered my little tree, but it held on. That spring when the other trees bloomed, I rushed out every day to see if my tree had blossoms. It still had none after months. Finally, I spotted purple blooms and smiled. While I was waiting on the tree, I had blossomed too. Thank you, family, God, and my little tree for helping me heal!
- Paula Jackson
