Sep 132010


A Battered & Tattered Butterfly

Ever feel like this? 

This guy was sitting on my back patio, just slowly flapping his wings up and down.  I don’t know if he could still fly or not.  One thing I do know, he’s been through a lot. 

When I took this picture, I could definitely relate.  That was a few days ago.  Today, I realize that I am still in the catepiller stage.  I am grateful that when I break from my cocoon, my butterfly life will be in the Father’s meadow, full of sunshine and beauty.  And my wings, will be eternally perfect. 

  One Response to “Battered”

  1. Isaiah 40:31 to you brother. Great analagy with the tattered wings.

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