“Just like the butterfly,
I too will awaken
in my own time.”
(Deborah Chaskin)

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.
“Just like the butterfly,
I too will awaken
in my own time.”
(Deborah Chaskin)

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.
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“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.
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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“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.”
Camille Pissarro (1830 – 1903)
a dragonfly on the bush outside our front door
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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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.
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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“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.

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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Winter Morning Poem
Ogden Nash


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.
May your blessings be many, your worries few.
I wish you countless sacred gifts.
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