Looking skyward, the crescent moon stood out in the winter eve, its light reflecting off the snowy ground. Something seemed amiss, however. When one pictures the crescent moon, the image that inevitably comes to mind is a lunar sliver pointing left or right in the sky. Tonight, however, the moon was on its back, as if she had decided to call it quits and rest in the quiet darkness. Her arched back rested against the sky like an umbrella turned on its end. Each edge of the crescent pointed directly to the sky above it. Not east or west, nor north or south. But rather, up.
In the beauty of the winter night, the moon had gone to sleep, and in so doing, cast a shining example of divine perspective to the world. Yes, even the moon takes a moment to lie down before God and admire the heavens above.