“Poor little butterfly,” the young girl said. “Poor little butterfly.”
Then reaching down slowly so as to not scare it away, she slid
her tiny fingers underneath, urging it to step upon her hand.
It would appear to anyone that this delicate creature was lifeless
leaving behind remains of what once was.
But not her. She sensed something. She knew right away that
there was indeed some life left in this most fragile example of
God’s work.
The butterfly nearly tumbled onto her hand, wings folded
straight up, apparently unable to fly.
Then, perhaps it was the warmth of her hands or the welcoming
Iresponse to the attention it was given, but the butterfly began to
walk slowly up to her palm.
“Poor little butterfly,” she repeated again as she brought it
closer to her face.
“If I could kiss you I would, ” she said.
The butterfly, appearing to respond, slowly opened its wings,
to reveal its beautiful designand colors. Now open fully, the
child brought it closer and gave an angel’s kiss of love.
Just off in the distance watching this precious moment, her
grandmother walked toward them.
“Oh, you have found it,” she said. “I was waiting for it and
wondered where it was.”
The child looked a bit surprised and said. “You were waiting
for this butterfly? Why?”
“It is sent to remind us,” grandmother said.
“But it is dying. I feel sorry for it. Don’t they fly away when
it gets cold?”
“Yes, they do. But one is always chosen to remain behind,”
she said.
Maybe this was just grandmother’ s way of softening the the
truth so that the child would not be saddened by the thought
of the butterfly dying. But what unfolded here was an
incredible moment, an opportunity seen and taken to teach
a lesson of love.
“Why would they choose to be left behind?” the child asked
as she gently stroked the butterfly.
“They don’t choose to be, they are chosen,” she told her.
The child looked down again and held it closer.
“It is a great honor to be chosen. The story goes that God
realized that when winter comes color disappears. The
color of the flowers fade into the earth and all the delicate
butterflies leave for warmer places. So, God decided that
one should remain to remind us of the beautiful world He
has created and the promise of Spring’s return.”
The child looked down and then lifting her head slowly,
she whispered, “And I found it, grandmother. “
“Yes, and with that you have a great responsibility, ” she
said as she held the young girl’s face in her hands.
“What?”
“You must now take time to see God’s colors in the darkness
of winter.
You must be the sunshine. You must help those who have
forgotten how beautiful life is, to see the color of God’s love
for them.”
“Oh, grandmother. I don’t know how to,” she said.
“It is simple. Be yourself. People believe only what they see.
Like the flowers and butterflies. But God makes people
beautiful inside. It is up to us to bring that beauty out by loving
each other, helping each other and when we find someone who
has fallen, just like that butterfly, it is up to us to pick them up,
carress them and care for them. For one day it may very well
be His Chosen One left behind.”
The child moved closer to her grandmother as they sat admiring
God’s messenger.
Take time to see the beauty, the colors of God in the people
around you.
You, too may find the “Poor little butterfly!”
“I believe in you!”
Bob
~ Author: Bob Perks
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