So?
So
I am sitting on my back deck reading my insurance policies and feeling sorry
for myself. “The worst hurricane ever,”
is headed toward our home at the beach and is then predicted to come “our way”
inland to have dessert after the main meal.
So, I am in the dumps. Find me
some worms to eat.
And then she appears, quite
uninvited but welcomed. Her painted arms
lay still for a moment and then there is the whisper in the breeze;
“So, take a deep breath O creature
of the dust. That is what you are you know.
You
think yourself big and
strong but as I look your way you seem O so fragile
just now. All that stuff you have in those buildings,
what is it really?
Here I am looking at you
with all that worry on your strained face.
I
only have a few more
days to spread my wings and you worry about
your future. Look my way and remember life is always
fragile but
you forget it so
often. Be thankful and ponder what
someone once
said, ‘Look at the birds
and flowers, do they fret and yet the Creator
not only created them
but cares for them.’ Breathe deep and be
grateful.”
So, does this butterfly bring me a
message from beyond? I suppose if I pay
attention the lesson is most real. All
my need for control is laughed at by the voice from beyond. So I shall pause and be reminded that life is
so much more than the dwelling places we build with our hands. The one who once spoke of a “house not made
with hands, eternal in the heavens,” must have sent me a winged messenger to
get my attention about what is really important.
So, thank you.
