We’ve been crazy busy around our place, and as such, I don’t have a lot of stories to share.
Things are generally status quo.
However, a friend of mine posted this on Facebook today, and I thought it was a fantastic reminder for myself, and for others.
I’m not usually so philosophical on the blog, but I hope you’ll indulge me!
Enjoy!
The Butterfly
One day a man found a butterfly cocoon. He watched as a small opening appeared and he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther so the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily.
Something was strange, though. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.
Neither happened; in fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It was never able to fly.
What the man did not understand in his kindness and haste was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are Nature’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were allowed to go through all our life without any it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
Not only would we never have the opportunity to know what we could have become……. we will never become it.
