We were walking and talking, and this butterfly just floated by. No hurry, no frantic fluttering. It floated, so slowly it caught my eye. Calmly. Serenely. Its pace suggesting it was content, joyful, at ease.
And it was beautiful.
I wanted to watch it and soak in its tranquility, but it floated out of view before I got my fix. Something in me felt jealous. Of a butterfly.
I crave that kind of satisfaction and grace. I don't float. I plod. And sometimes kick and scream. Could I too be a butterfly if I were truly content? Could I catch the eye of passersby with my peaceful presence? Is there a way to capture that spirit, to own a carefree attitude?
Could I display that kind of beauty?
His reminders are everywhere, even in a ten second encounter with a butterfly.
Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun.
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