Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Sisters And Butterflies
I watched my sister's kids grow up, the three of them.With three there is sometimes one left out in a game, or slighted, as two bond in their growth. Even in this sometimes painful occasion, they were always aware of each other, and if one was injured, the others were at their side for solace. As the girls got older, they became closer, like room mates, sharing clothes, and adventures. When they were married, they planned to raise their kids together, sharing birthdays, holidays, and play dates. Fate separated them by miles, due to the jobs of their spouses. Still, they keep in touch, by phone and email, and try to visit. It seems odd that they are so far from each other by miles, yet their kids get sick at the same time. They battle the same demons. When there is a misunderstanding between them, it hurts like no one else can hurt them. What an awesome power this is, to bless, or to crush. What destruction there is within them. What a great responsibility they carry. Love, like a butterfly, is beautiful to behold, as it takes flight, but can be crushed and destroyed by carelessness. Sisters, unlike butterflies. are forever.
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I love you my Auntie...and you are very wise. I had a meeting yesterday at church and the speeker came up to me yesterday because I was wearing a shirt with three butterflies on it. She began to tell me that the Lord has been leading her through butterflies and every time she is not sure the direction she should be going that the Lord shows her the way with butterflies. She was nervous about speeking in front of our large group of moms last night and when she walked in, there I was with a smile and butterflies. I explained to her that I am one of the leaders and that is why I am there early to help out...well I could not find my leader shirt so I had to just wear whatever. Also the door greeter called in late and they asked me to sign everone in and be the friendly face with the smile. She said I was put there for her. And here you are talking about butterflies. Butterflies are in the air.
Sweet. Yup. Sisters are forever. And the bond is forever. YOU know this. You and mom have that bond. You love each other like no one else. You are there for each other when no one else is. And you can hurt each other like no one else is able. I know you understand. But hurt heals with time and true love doesn't fade away. The bible says that love always hopes and always perseveres. This is true.
Butterflies and love. Lucky for us, the lifespan of love is much longer than that of a butterfly. But it is still a great analogy. Especially since butterflies don't start out so beautiful. They are dumpy little caterpillars until they are cocooned and protected and allowed to grow. Then they burst forth in delicate splendor. Everyone just has to be careful to let the cocoon do what it was meant to do... otherwise we miss out on the beauty that awaits.
Thanks, Lori. Now I had guilty flashbacks of when I was a kid living in Washington State. I found huge cocoons in the trees, with a thick silk cover, and pine needles stuck to the outside. I remember tearing one open to see what was inside. It was a stubby fat wormy thing. Mom told me it would have become a large beautiful butterfly. I never did that again, and until your comment, I had forgotten it. Now, I feel crummy all over again.
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