How this beautiful creature lost the tip of a wing is a mystery.
With gentle fingers, I lifted it off the ground and brought it to rest in our kitchen. The wings were like gossamer, I barely felt them. Her (I can't think of her any other way!) colorful design was more detailed underneath, the silver markings on top were stunningly irredescent. I marveled at the design in this creation.
From what I know, scientifically, this butterfly didn't have a clue that her wings would flutter for the last time today. She was just going about her business, searching for nectar in my garden. She definitely wasn't wondering why God placed the loveliest spots on the undercarriage of her wingspan. I think she used her proboscis for its intended purpose, never wondering if a sister butterfly had a longer nectar-gathering-tool. Instead of loathing the florescent silver splashes on her wings, she most likely realized the benefits of camouflage. Sometime this spring, she hatched from a cocoon and flew.
She fulfilled her purpose.
Do you ever feel as if you are still stuck in the cocoon? Do you sense that your intended purpose is hovering just out of sight? When the magazines, advertisements, and commercials shout certain expectations, does your heart plummet with hopelessness? I'm guilty of these things. But I'm waking each day with a determination to give thanks to the Creator, to follow His light on my path.
I'm trying to be exactly who He intends, unusual spots and all.