I wish I could fly but all I can do is crawl. The birds have it so easy as they sore through the air. Landing on tree or bush and fulfilling their every wish. If only I could be an eagle or even a little moth. Though ugly, at least they fly and get around. Right now it’s a struggle for survival as I crawl along trying to avoid those that would do me harm. My mother is a beautiful butterfly but today I look so different. She told me to never give up and that someday I to would change and receive my wings. It is this hope that keeps me crawling and it fills my mind every morning.
Sometimes, in the midst of the storm, we feel like this caterpillar where every day we struggle to survive. Fighting against the darkness and thick fog which threatens to envelop us. It seems like the enemy is close and that we can’t make it another step.
(Luke 17:6-7) 6 Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? 7 But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
These verses let us know that God does care about us and he knows us so intimately that the very hairs of our head are numbered. When we feel discouraged he is always as close as the mention of His Name. We must remember that God not only knows what we are going through but he cares. The enemy of our soul would like the dark wickedness of this world to close around us like a suffocating blanket and prevent us from taking another step. Yet as long as we walk towards the Light then hell is powerless to stop us.
The butterfly struggles on. One day he grows very tired and stops. After a while thick walls seem to close in on every side as his body begins to change. The darkness is so thick he can almost taste it. His muscles seem to turn into jelly but he keeps struggling and fighting to free himself. It seems like years that he is locked in this tiny prison of woe. Yet instead of giving up and ceasing to persevere, his efforts are intensified and he struggles to break free. His only thought is that if he can only reach the light then everything will be all right.
Finally, after much difficulty and several days of fighting a tiny body emerges from the cocoon. It spreads its beautiful wings and flies away. If someone had cut open the cocoon the wings would be weak and withered to the point of being unable to fly. It’s the struggle that forces the blood through the wings enabling them to become strong and beautiful.
We don’t always understand why we are in the place we find ourselves. However, there is a process that God has in mind for our lives. Short-cutting the struggle may result in us never becoming that vessel God wants us to be. God’s masterpiece may seem ugly at certain points but in the end it is a beautiful work of art.
What a glorious day it will be when we will fly away from this world of sin and heartbreak. To soar into the air and meet our Savior with whom we will be forevermore. This should be the focus and goal of ever saint, every Blood bought believer.
(Titus 2:13) 13 Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ;
Our bodies will also be changed, if we keep the Light before our eyes never wavering from the Gospel. The Scripture says, “This corruptible shall put on incorruption and this mortal shall put on immortality…” Who can wait for that ultimate triumph, when we leave this old world behind? Truly, what a wonderful day that will be!