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Sunday, May 20th, 2012

The Gift of Butterflies

“Just like the butterfly,

I too will awaken

in my own time.”

(Deborah Chaskin)

I was sent an e-card created by Jacquie Lawson. It opened with a paintbrush painting a butterfly.  You didn’t see the hand holding the brush, but it was there.

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It made me think of God painting the beauty we see all around us, including the beauty in people. This beauty was put there by the hand of God.

In the card the brilliantly-colored butterflies flew off, just like we go into the world to do the work God wants us to do. He creates us with His hands and we become His hands in the world, helping and nurturing and creating
A butterfly is a sacred gift.  I wish you countless sacred gifts.

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Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

The Gift of Transformation

“Just when he thought the world had ended, the caterpillar became a butterfly.”

When I saw those words on a poster my reaction was simply, “Wow!  I never thought of it that way.”  The transformation from caterpillar to butterfly is truly miraculous.  The caterpillar is slow-moving and stolid. The butterfly is beauty in flight.  I have heard a butterfly described as a flower with wings.

Before it becomes a butterfly, a caterpillar goes through a growth stage that is called a chrysalis. In the chrysalis the fuzzy caterpillar changes into a butterfly that has intricate designs on its wings and is brightly-colored.

butterfly on leaf

There are lessons for us in the transformation of the caterpillar into the butterfly.  We plod along thinking we know where we are going, but often we are surprised.  We may end up as something we never even knew we could become, just like the caterpillar never knew it would become a butterfly.

When it looks like our world is ending and we are in despair, we may be about to have wonderful things happen to us. Like the caterpillar in the chrysalis we have no way of knowing what is coming, but God knows.  He knows what wonderful things He has planned for us.

Trusting God when it looks like our world is crashing around us is a sacred gift.  I wish you countless sacred gifts.

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Wednesday, July 21st, 2010

The Gift of Nothing

“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.”

Camille Pissarro (1830 – 1903)

As we rush through our busy lives it is so easy to be focused on doing.  In fact, we have to be focused.  Otherwise we wouldn’t accomplish all the things that we need to accomplish.  We are a society that stresses accomplishment.  Many of us use to-do lists, either written or mental, to keep ourselves on track. The to-do list is so commonplace that once I heard a four-year-old boy say, “My to-do list is four-pages long.” That was a cute statement, but also a sad one.  Too often “doing” takes all our time and energy and there is no place in our day for simply “being.”

If we don’t stop and simply “be,” we can’t see the “beautiful things in humble places.”  Instead we see “nothing.” Since my accident I have had the rare opportunity to just “be,” because my ability to “do” is very limited.  While simply being, I have enjoyed these beautiful things:

two yellow butterflies that frequently fly by my window

a dragonfly on the bush outside our front door

a hummingbird

the rich color of a raspberry pie

the warm envelope of water in the shower

the tall pride of giant sunflowers in a blue vase

the softness of chocolate melting on my tongue

Each of these things had a beauty that I would have briefly noticed, but not savored, if I had been busy doing.  If you have time today to simply “be,” I hope you see many beautiful things.  Being able to see beyond “nothing” is one of life’s sacred gifts.


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Sunday, July 18th, 2010

The Gift of Doors

How many doors have you opened in your life?  Thousands?  Hundreds of thousands?

For some reason I have been thinking about doors.  Opening doors. Choosing the right doors.  Closing doors. Having doors closed on me. Wishing a door to something I want would magically open in front of me.

When I first started thinking about doors, I thought of physical doors.  Those doors can keep us safe or shut us out.  They can lead us to work, play, prayer.  They can be heavy or so light a child can open them.

Doors

Then, I realized that the most important doors are psychological, not physical. They are the doors to our hopes and dreams.  When they close, we can feel alone, sad, angry, confused, frustrated. We know what we want, what we need. Then, despite our best efforts, the door is slammed in our face.

That’s when I think of this saying,

“When God closes a door, He opens  a window.”

It is hard, though, to accept the closing of a door in our lives. We can spend so long looking at the closed door and trying to open it that we don’t see the light coming through the window.  We long for what we can’t have and try to hold on to what is gone.  When we do this, we can’t see the good things that are waiting for us.


Instead we should rest on the Lord and pray to understand what He is showing us through the window.  Pray for the patience to wait for another door to open. When this door does open, you will understand that the doors behind you had to close so that you could walk through this new door.


A few months ago I saw this quote on a poster.


“Just when the caterpillar thought the end of

the world had come, he became a butterfly.”


I hope that, when doors close for each of us, we find something even more wonderful through the doors that open. Open doors and the patience to wait for them are sacred gifts.


May your blessings be many, your worries few.

I wish you countless sacred gifts.

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Monday, May 24th, 2010

The Gift of Butterflies

“Butterflies are self-propelled flowers.”

R.H. Heinlein

(author, 1907 –1988)

In a post last week, “The Gift of Yellow,” I talked about how I was starting to see yellow strands in the fabric of my days. These strands represent hope and peace and thankfulness.  They are slowly beginning to supplant the black strands of frustration, anger, pain, helplessness and fear that have overwhelmed me since my accident.

The day after I wrote about the yellow strands appearing something almost too lovely to believe happened.  We started seeing yellow butterflies outside our kitchen window. This is the first time we have ever seen them there. Today they started flying by our bedroom window, too. What joy to be recuperating in bed and watch them flutter by.


yellow butterfly


As I watch them I think of these words written by (Jeffrey Glassberg, Butterflies Through Binoculars):

“Beautiful and graceful, varied and enchanting, small but approachable, butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life.  And everyone deserves a little sunshine.”

I think also about the difficult journey the butterfly took to transform itself from a caterpillar into a butterfly.  A few months ago I saw a poster that said, “Just when the caterpillar thought the world had ended it became a butterfly.”  What a reassuring thought that our trials can transform us into more beautiful people who can bring solace and joy to others.

Butterflies are a sacred gift.

May your blessings be many, your worries few.

I wish you countless sacred gifts.

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Friday, February 26th, 2010

The Gift of Snow

Winter Morning Poem

Ogden Nash


Winter is the king of showmen
Turning tree stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes
Smooth and clean and frosty white
The world looks good enough to bite
That’s the season to be young
Catching snowflakes on your tongue…
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This is a morning for catching snowflakes on my tongue – big, fat, fluffy snowflakes.  As our German Shepherd runs down the hill he looks like a snowplow pushing through the snow. After ten inches of snow more is starting to fall.  It is white and pure and full of possibilities.  For me snow could be a metaphor for life, beautiful, fun, difficult, worrisome, sometimes treacherous, sometimes delightful.  I love this saying:

“Snowflakes are kisses from Heaven.”
(Unknown)

What a lovely thought!  I also love this thought:

“A snowflake is a winter’s butterfly.”
(Unknown)
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Thinking of snowflakes as kisses from Heaven or as butterflies on the preschool wall makes me smile, but this idea makes me stop and think.


“An avalanche begins with a snowflake.”
(Joseph Compton)

The smallest action that we take or the merest word that we say can set in motion a catastrophic turn of events, something that cannot be stopped or repaired.  It reminds me of the story of the young boy who misbehaved.  His father sent him out to pound nails into a fence.  Then, he sent him back out to pull the nails.  When the boy was finished, his father asked him what he saw.  The boy replied, “Holes.”  The father’s lesson was that even if you filled in the holes the scars in the fence would still be there.  In the same way our actions can leave scars in other people or they can be earthly kisses from Heaven.  Each kiss we can give is a sacred gift.

May your blessings be many, your worries few.


I wish you countless sacred gifts.

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