Our Amazing Creator: Part V

Our God, is an amazing Creator.

He created the butterfly:

Most of us have known of the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a butterfly since grade school, but have you really taken the time to sit back and to be amazed by what it takes to create such a beautiful creation? In order for a caterpillar to transform into a butterfly, it must secure itself within a chrysalis, and it’s within the chrysalis where the truly amazing part takes place: Continue reading

“The Butterfly Circus”

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages. You are invited to view a spectacular feature! A short film that has surprised several audiences with its heartfelt messages. A story of doubt, hope, change, and love. A glimpse into the heart of Christ himself. Ladies and gentlemen, without further hesitation, I present to you, The Butterfly Circus!

The Difference Between Pokémon and Butterflies

14022326_10210414306733168_2194501249726497196_nI have a confession that I must make. . . . For the last week and a half, I have been guilty of playing way too much Pokémon Go. (I’m just as guilty of playing unhealthy amounts of Pokémon, as I was during both grade school and high school, when I spent late nights smashing buttons on my Gameboy and DS.) I mean . . . I’ve walked into puddles, and almost on many occasions into people and a wall while trying to catch Scythers and Tauroses on the Harding campus, because my eyes were distracted. (One reason why I don’t text and drive, or play Pokémon and drive). Three weeks before I had been too busy to worry about hatching eggs or trying to collect all the Pocket Monsters, but with a little more free time, I’ve allowed a lot of it to be eaten up trying to be the very best.

But yesterday, there was a moment when I walking in-between buildings, and surprisingly, I didn’t have my nose in my phone, when I noticed a butterfly. Not a Butterfree, a butterfly. Even cooler, when I walked beside this insect, it didn’t just instantly fly away like many do, but allowed me to draw quite close. Continue reading

Summer to School

1e5d3154d94c47f30d5ac0591494f7c1Change, change,
Life is full of change,
Not pennies and dimes,
Though it has thoughs too,
Change, you know,
When you become a different you.

Tadpoles to frogs,
Worms to monarchs,
Frogs to food.
Babies to adults,
Then it’s man to dust,
When your gut decides that it’s time to bust.

Each year different than the last,
Each year speeding way, way too fast.

Summer comes and summer goes,
Then comes fall,
And spring then springs in before you know.

Eggs in the morning,
Birds at night.
Babes at noon,
Before canes and aches,
Which appear too soon.
The creeks and sun,
Replaced by tests and bells which,
rung-rung-rung. Continue reading

Enjoy the Little Things

monarch-butterfly-grass.jpg.adapt.945.1Life, can be busy, busy, busy.

Beep-beep-beep, wakes the beep-beep-beeping alarm clock—rushing to put on pants and brush teeth and hair. (Not noticing the rays of sun peeping through the shades of the window.)

Rushing, driving down the boulevard, swerving between lanes of traffic, spilling coffee within your lap. (Not seeing the great, mighty trees, tall with leaves of green.)

Running into the office, type-type-typing on the computer, tap-tap-taping your keyboard in your lonely cubicle. Signing papers, filing papers, mailing papers, treating paper cut. (Not tasting the cake within the lounge.)

5 o’ clock comes, and the day has just begun. You pick up the kids, shuttle them off to soccer, dance, mall, and movies. Mail the mail, pay some bills, pick up dry cleaning and Chinese—(not spotting the flowers in the landscape, hearing the birds in the sky so high, missing the sunset right in front of you, blind to the ballet of the butterflies).

Finally, finally reaching home, only to be bogged by loosening tie, shower, supper, listening to your wife before taking out the trash. Washing dishes, feeding the garbage disposal, locking up the dog, oh look, TV!; hitting the sack. (Missing, the quality time with family of love.) Day done and gone, spent. Only to begin anew tomorrow, with the beep-beep-beeping of the alarm clock.

Life, can be busy, busy, busy. Stop. Breathe. Take a moment and look. Listen. See. Enjoy the little things. Enjoy the little things. Enjoy, the little things.

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