A small cluster of yellow and white butterflies were darting around the wildflowers growing in the ditch.
To most, it might have been small and insignificant...a mere trifling speck on the bigger picture of my life.
But at that moment, it struck me as a more powerful, more dramatic thing than a range of mountains or a grove of redwood trees.
Why?
Because, in so many ways, I am that butterfly. Or rather, I yearn to become that butterfly. In fact, I am currently trapped in the state in which this winged flower had once found itself, perhaps only mere days before.
I am trapped in a cocoon -- a chrysalis -- of my own selfish heart and emotional whirlwinds...I am bogged down, overwhelmed with a sense of foreboding and guilt.
There is nothing I want more than to break free from this prison of self-destruction and broken dreams...
...to spread my wings and spread my fragile wings towards the warm sunlight, and fly as if tomorrow was nothing more than a whisper on the wind. And it's then that I fall to my knees, lost in the realization of who I am and how far I have fallen from the purpose for which I have been created...
...it is then that the King of the Universe reaches down and lifts me up from the ground.
He breaks my prison.
He sets me free.
He makes me beautiful.
And He gives me wings to fly.
As the God man passes by / He looks straight through my eyes / The darkness cannot hide / Do you want to be free? / Lift your chains / I hold the key / All power of Heav'n and earth belong to Me...~"Set Me Free," Casting Crowns
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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon