I am a doglover of note!
Likewise I am besotted with butterflies.
I was walking with timothy’s new puppy, Sugar, around greyville racecourse.
I was thorougly enjoying watching Sugar bouncing around in pure, blissfull, endless energey and inquisitiveness.
Every now and again a cricket or some bewildered insect would leap up out of the grass where it was habitating unaware, causing Sugar to bounce with frowned , determined expression, ears pulled in attention, tail caught between pointing stiff and wagging endlessly!
However, every now and again, it would be a buttefly that gracefully tries to swoop up out of her way, just to meets its grave end, inside her snapping jaws!
This really bothered me as I love butterflies, but there was no way I could save them in time or distract her before they met their end.
This one instance, though, I managed to see a butterfy before she did, as it was rather large and bright orange.
I tried to grab her leash in time to pull her back, but just missed my grip as she pulled off in excited determination.
I held my breath as I saw the butterfly ever so gracefully and gently ascend into the air.
Sugar was approaching like a lightning flash, her muschles already contracting into pouncing action.
Just as she launched upwards in brilliant strenght and suppleness, a gust of wind followed through scooping the butterfly high up into the air , out of her reach.
I watched as it fluttered free and save higher up, over the fence and out of reach.
thank you wind! I whispered silently.
At this I was reminded that God’s word refer to the Spirit as a wind that blows where ever it pleases. You hear its sound but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going( John 3 :8)
As I walked pondering what I saw, I thought that this instance was so similar to us in our daily struggle as christains.
We, just as the buttefly has been transformed into new, beautifull creations, a representation of His grace.
We too, are hounded by our own wolves so to speak on a daily basis and because of our weaknesses we so often get hurt,overcome or swallowed up in our circumstances.
But God’s Word says that The Spirit helps us in our weaknesses( Rom 8:26)
As I watched the butterfly flutter over the rushing morning traffic on the other side of the fence I muttered;
Thank you God for using this butterfly to teach me the deeper meaning of these truths, today.
As I climbed in the car to head back home I knew that from henceforth, I will be more likely to pray: Come Oh Spirit, Come