The Butterfly
This morning as I stood by the kitchen window with a heart
heavy with despair...
It seemed as if hope was gone-my spirit spent-I wasn't even
sure if God was there.
My unseeing eyes gazed outward while my inward thoughts ran wild...
Mentally I was chasing elusive answers and my soul, by doubt was beguiled.
Suddenly, my mind came into focus as a movement caught my eye...
Outside among my flowers was a beautiful yellow butterfly.
I felt God's presence in that moment as I wiped a tear from my eye...
" I am with you child", He seemed to say."That's the reason I sent the
butterfly".
God is so near if we will only let Him be...
He sent HIS butterfly and proved the point to me.
TK<><
Copyright © Tom Kesting | Year Posted 2016
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