Someone once told me to see a white butterfly is like seeing Jesus. Pure and powerful. He sends them when we need Him. I saw one today. This is a little different than how I usually write but here you go...
Yes, little butterfly I see you. You fly by my right arm. Just barely to far away for me to touch. You land on my rose bush. You claim it as Your own. Soon, You take off and fly right above my head. Your next destination is my purple bush. You show me Your creation. You take off and fly a loop around my gladiolus, showering them with Your presence. Yes, little butterfly, I see you.
Yes, little butterfly, I feel you. You bring peace whenever I see You. You show up when my heart is heavy just to fill me with tranquility. I feel the breeze on my skin, through my hair, like the faintest touch of your hand to bring me comfort. Yes, little butterfly, I feel you.
Yes, little butterfly, I hear You. I hear You call Your creation beautiful. Everything you touch is a masterpiece. You created it for a purpose. You love every masterpiece despite its flaws, failures, and sins. I hear Your calm Spirit tell me nothing is to ugly, to far gone, or to jaded for You. Yes, little butterfly, I hear you.
Yes,, little butterfly I am beautiful.
Yes, little butterfly, I am Yours.
