Aug 202010
 

A Dead Butterfly

A Live Moth

There were two bugs in our house this morning. Well, maybe even more than two, but two that I noticed. One was a dead butterfly someone had brought in and laid on the counter. The other was a live moth that most likely flew right on in, uninvited. 

Both were in the kitchen when I got up.  The butterfly was beautiful.  The moth was alive. I thought to myself, “I’d rather be the moth.”
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“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs which indeed appear beautiful outwardly, but inside are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness.
    – Mathew 23:27

  One Response to “Buggy at Heart”

  1. Yeah. I know what I want to hear people say over me when it comes time to be viewed in my coffin: “HEY LOOK! HE’S MOVING!” Couldn;t resist. Great and awesome truth in your post today Mark, as always.

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