Float Like a Butterfly

My dear friends had a new baby last week.  I’m funny about new babies – a little afraid of them.  So when new parents ask if I want to hold the baby, an honor, I’m always a little hesitant.  But I asked if I could sit first and they very kindly made sure I was “established” before they laid that sweet bundle in my arms.  And once again, home crept up on me and I was blessed.

Every once in a while (and more often when I slow down enough to watch and listen), God touches my life in small and unexpected ways.  That same day as I was parking on the Walmart lot, a butterfly came from nowhere; it didn’t fly into my line of sight.  It was as if it simply floated down from high up.

And I wish there were a way that I could remember, and pass along to you as well, to keep my senses open.  One of my dogs will get up off the couch unexpectedly and come over to sniff at my hair and give me a lick.  A gust of wind will cause the leaves to catch the sun so that they glitter.

I was doing the laundry a day or two after we had attended a sweet wedding.  And there was a handkerchief among my husband’s things.  You see, here’s the thing.  He never carries nor uses one.  We have Kleenex all over the house and in the car – there’s no need.  And yet, he stuck one in his pocket that day to catch my expected tears.  

Our car has heated seats.  The buttons for them are on the console.  I cannot tell you how many times I have been riding with Steve to Sumter or to church on a chilly day and have become aware that I feel snug and warm.  I always look over to thank him and he’s usually smiling because he knows he’s caught me again, anticipated a comfort and provided it.

My God loves me so and He finds so many ways to show me.  I pray that I, too, will be open to His leading.  I’d love to be someone else’s butterfly!

John 1:16
From the fullness of His grace, we have all received one blessing after another.