The winter morning, like a doting mother watched its children, fog and wind, playfully trying to baffle each other. Both put their best foot forward, in an attempt to impress the mother and looked exuberant. Fog teased the sibling and curled up into mother's arms, while wind hustled to keep the younger one at bay. Little did they know, their antics would be put to rest once the father Sun glanced upon them.
When I need hope or encouragement, when I’m struggling or need a nudge, God sends a butterfly:: it’s says, “I see you and I love you. I’m proud of you. Keep going.” •
There’s a whole story behind how and why it came to be a butterfly, but suffice it to say, they have great significance to me. •
From their days as a caterpillar, to the dark nights of rebirth and the beauty of new life soaring, these tiny creatures embody all it means to me, to live by faith. •
They’ve shown up on runs and walks, by windshields and windows - even hovering over my head and resting on my hand. Yesterday, this one lay at my feet- at precisely the right time, as always. •
I was standing at a cross roads and the choice was mine: I could follow Love or listen to fear. I could take a risk or stay stuck. I could walk by faith or wait for a roadmap that will never appear. •
It took 20 seconds of insane courage but I took the first step. Then the next... and the next. I still don’t know how it will all unfold, but I’m crazy trusting in the process- God in the process- and that every detail will be worked out for Good.