While kayaking yesterday, in between bouts of fearing the dogs would capsize the boat, the snakes would slither on board, or the giant snapping turtles would devour our toes trailing in the water, I was in absolute peace.
As I slid along the shoreline, deep lush trees lining the sparkling shore, a bright butterfly flitted against the deep emerald leaves. He fluttered against the deep dark colors of the forest, and his path was clear, in its contrast to the darker tones. The contrast of the bright wings, tiny though they were against the immense but dark forest made him startling bright, capturing my full attention.
This morning, our Church is starting a week long devotion to prayer. People signed up for time slots, one hour for all 24 hours each day for a week to pray for our nation, our military, our church, our families, our world. I signed up for 8-9 this morning, thinking I would be up early, have finished my blog post and efficiently move on to prayer. My best laid plans were as usual, waylaid, not by mice or men but by insomnia. I was up most of the night..... so did spend much of it in prayer but that didn't count. I had signed up for 8-9 a.m., Monday morning.
As 8 a.m. approached, I snarled at my lack of foresight and grumbled a bit at all the things that would now be put aside that needed doing so I could pray. With this admirable attitude, I approached the Throne of Grace. Soon the lightness of soul that always contrasts so darkly with the cares of the world transported me like butterfly wings across the hour. I was shocked to see 9:00 had come and gone, and my hour of prayer had flitted across the morning, leaving a trail of peace and brightness in its wake. A butterfly to carry me on fragile wings to the Presence of God.
Psalm 63:7
Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings.
Good observations and great pic. I know it is a computer generated one and I feel the need to castigate you based on that, but georgeous and not computer looking at all.
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