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.”
“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