When I was in elementary school, I had this most wonderful shirt. The long-sleeved t-shirt had an earth-tone background with small butterflies dotted all over it. The butterflies looked like they could simply fly off of the fabric. I loved that shirt.
One day, I wore it to school. We were outside on the playground, and my teacher was trying to get us lined up to go back inside. I — ever the teacher’s pet — was at or very near the front of the line. Then I noticed she had stopped for a second and was looking right at me.
“Look,” she said. “Gently.”
She was pointing at my left shoulder. I turned my head to look down and saw a real live butterfly sitting there. The butterfly flexed his wings once, twice, and then again. Then he moved, lighting again on my shoulder before stretching his wings and lifting off into the fall breeze.
My teacher remarked that he thought he’d found his family among the butterflies on my shirt. The grown-up in me wonders now if he was borrowing heat against the coming chill, but that day, I simply felt like I had been touched by a blessing. Amid the noise and commotion of the playground, I was visited by a butterfly. It felt like a gift.
No, it was a gift.
The thing is, nowadays, we’re all so busy that it’s hard for the butterflies in life to find us still enough for them to land on our shoulders. We are the ones flitting from this thing to that thing, too busy to notice all of the many blessings that are given to us on a daily basis. We find ourselves worn out and tired, needing to borrow warmth to get us through the day. We are waiting on someone to bless us, not realizing how much Someone already has.
Paul wrote in Romans 15:13: “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
Joy. Peace. Hope.
Those sound like things I could really use today. I am so thankful God provides them as I trust in Him. May I ever learn to trust Him more fully.