The Story of the Butterfly

One day, a small opening appeared on a chrysallis (butterflies make a chrysallis and moths make a cocoon);

a person sat and watched for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole.

Then, it stopped and did not appear to be

making any progress.

It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could

and it could not go any further.

So the person decided to help the butterfly:

With a pair of scissors,

the person opened the chrysallis.

The butterfly then emerged easily.

But it had a withered body,

it was tiny and had shrivelled wings.

The person continued to watch, expecting that,

at any moment,

the wings would open,

enlarge and expand,

to be able to support the butterfly's body,

and become firm.

It never happened!

In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life

crawling around with a withered body

and shrivelled wings.

It never was able to fly. . . .

What the person, in sincere kindness and goodwill, did not understand was that the restricting chrysallis and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening, were the One's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the chrysallis.

Sometimes,

struggles

are exactly

what we need

in our life.

If God allowed us to go through our life

without any obstacles,

...it would cripple us.

We would not be as strong as we could have been.

We would never be able to fly.

........................................

I asked for Strength...