butterfly kisses

 

I was excited to see this butterfly touching down and sipping from the flowers at Anita's a couple of weeks ago. I was more excited to be able to get close enough to take a good picture. Initially I was sad when I noticed its wings. 

Tattered. 

Torn. 

Worn. 

I can relate. 

I felt a sense of camaraderie.

This fellow has seen some rough spots in life that have taken a toll on his physical body and this shell I live in is no longer in prime condition. 

Watching it flit from spot to spot after getting that closer look caused admiration to quickly nudge the sad away. This guy has grit and determination. 

That less than perfect butterfly generated a perfect, powerful reminder/thought: 

There is value and beauty in continuing to do what I am created to do, regardless of my battle wounds and scars, until the day the Lord calls me home.