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MEASURE #6 is similar to last weeks in that the application is for each reader to find and apply.

IN THE PAST… i have been over wrought with worry. i have experienced grief. i have stumbled. i know what it’s like to strain under the cloud of my daily tasks. i have felt the guilt of far too many things to mention. At the same time, being bombarded with trials and tribulations of various kinds. With all that it’s easy to see how it can become too much for one person to bear.

But for that reason the people i do life with are important. i need help when i stagger, i can use a steady hand to balance my load. If i’m straining, someone is there to help bear my burden. And if i stumble, those around me lift me up. Helping people carry the weight of their burdens is one of the main duties that ought to consume me as a disciple.

Of course, that concept is contrary to the culture, with the world promoting self-absorption. There are generations which have developed an unhealthy obsession that says, “it’s all about me” and an attitude of entitlement. Part of the problem is that i tend to interact with others in sound-bites or through faceless media.

Galatians 6:2 (MSG.) says “Live creatively, friends. If someone falls into sin, forgivingly restore him, saving your critical comments for yourself. You might be needing forgiveness before the day’s out. Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed. Share their burdens, and so complete Christ’s law. If you think you are too good for that, you are badly deceived.

Here’s a simple story that expresses my understanding of this.

There were once three little butterfly brothers, one white, one red, and one yellow. They played in the sunshine, and danced among the flowers in the garden, and they never grew tired because they were so happy.

One day there came a heavy rain, and it wet their wings. They flew away home, but when they got there they found the door locked and the key gone. So they had to stay out-of-doors in the rain, and they grew wetter and wetter.

By and by they flew to the red and yellow striped tulip, and said, “Friend Tulip, will you open your flower-cup and let us in till the storm is over?”

The tulip answered, “The red and yellow butterflies may enter, because they are like me, but the white one may not come in.”

But the red and yellow butterflies said, “If our white brother may not find shelter in your flower cup, why, then, we’ll stay outside in the rain with him.”

It rained harder and harder, and the poor little butterflies grew wetter and wetter, so they flew to the white lily and said, “Good Lily, will                      you open your bud a little so we may creep in out of the rain?”

The lily answered: “The white butterfly may come in, because he is like me, but the red and yellow ones must stay outside in the storm.”

Then the little white butterfly said, “If you won’t receive my red and yellow brothers, why, then, I’ll stay out in the rain with them. We                      would rather be wet than be parted.”

So the three little butterflies flew away.

But the sun, who was behind a cloud, heard it all, and he knew what good little brothers the butterflies were, and how they had held together in spite of the wet. So he pushed his face through the clouds, and chased away the rain, and shone brightly on the garden.

He dried the wings of the three little butterflies, and warmed their bodies. They ceased to sorrow, and danced among the flowers till evening, then they flew away home, and found the door wide open.

Story by Van Antwerp, Bragg & Co

To each reader today I share Ezra 4:10 “Rise up; this matter is in your hands. i will support you, so take courage and do it.”

The plan is simple… make myself available for, not divine appointments but His divine people this week. That’s what has been revealed so I will attend to that. Referring back to the posts of the last couple weeks.

“The  battle of life is, in most cases, fought uphill; and to win it without a  struggle were perhaps to win it without honor. If there were no difficulties  there would be no success; if there were nothing to struggle for, there would be nothing to be achieved.” – Samuel Smiles

Before I begin I want to announce that our caterpillars which entered chrysalis stage about 7 days ago have EMERGED butterflies. I was already somewhat overwhelmed this morning, not as in one of those days but as in one of His days. So much has been revealed and it’s just starting to catch up with in glimpses. In my early morning time I was given a song from the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir called More The Enough. You can get it at YouTube. I am literally basking in it. Over and Over I am reminder that Jehovah Jireh is my provider, that He is More Than Enough.

Where i live it can seem like an upside down world. Isaiah said in Isa. 5:20, “How terrible it will be for people who call good things bad and bad things good, who think darkness is light and light is darkness.” i must be careful how i live so that the world’s perspective does not infiltrate my thinking and my choices.

I read recently something that said, “God has given me a certain number of things to do before i die. At the rate i’m going i’ll live forever. my task at the end of each day is to evaluate my use of the time i have been given. Am i just being busy or am i truly effective and fruitful?

So many times my greatest struggles are between where i am and where i want to be.

Thump.Thump. Thump.Thump. Do you recognize what that is? It’s my heartbeat. i think there may be an angel somewhere counting my heartbeats. The thing is, he’s not counting them up, he is counting down. Thump.Thump. Thump.Thump. When he gets to zero, it’s over.

There is no appeal, no 11th hour reprieve, it’s over. Each beat brings me closer to that end. i’ll never get that heartbeat back. So the question becomes, have i put my thump, thump to good use?

I found this in an article and thought it was fascinating. The fertilized human egg is no bigger than the width of a hair, yet think about what it contains. Your sex, the color of your hair, how tall you will be. But wait, if i stop there i have missed the power and majesty of God’s creation. The human body is made up of over 90 trillion cells, that’s 9 with 13 zeros. I go out on a limb here but oh well… those 90 trillion cells are what I believe to be “Imaginal Cells.” They are the image and likeness of God Himself. Inside that single, tiny egg are the instructions for every one of those 90 trillion cells with regards to location, function, interaction, healing and life cycle.

This is so much bigger than I have or can write about at this moment and perhaps in the rest of my lifetime. I know that God did not give this to me to keep for myself, that by virtue that He gave it to me it is for the purpose of giving as well. What that looks like is yet to be revealed so today I will attend to what has been revealed and thus position myself of being most blessed.

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I  wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming  that I am a man?

Today… some interesting facts and some hard to believe but absolutely true stories.

As I have already shared Metamorphosis is the key element of the butterfly. The Butterfly as a symbol can also represent transition. Yes transition! Cultural myth and lore honor the butterfly as a symbol of transformation. It symbolizes significant change in the course of one’s life, personality or way of thinking. i had no idea! Today as i was continuing my observations of the metamorphosis occurring before my eyes both in my caterpillars which are now hidden in their chrysalis and my own personal life.

The Greeks likened the butterfly’s constant flitting from flower to flower to the restlessness of the mind: constantly changing from subject to subject. The Greek word for butterfly is ‘psyche’ from which we get the word ‘psychology’ – the study of the mind.

In the western world, the symbol of the butterfly stands for freedom, and joyous times. Of course it does. Being free brings joy. It also symbolizes a state of naturalness and purity. The “dance of the butterfly” can teach you not to take things so seriously. The butterfly has taste sensors on the front legs, enabling them to experience life through motion (dancing, walking).

On Saturday after visiting the Butterfly farm we went to Lowes to get some plants for them to suck the sweet nectar from. I decided that I needed to Google to find out what plants to buy and keeping in mind that they are particular. The reply came back by way of over 137 pages of plants with 6 to 8 per page. my frustration led me to think, God this would be easier if you just had butterflies on the plant I am to buy. Instantly a butterfly bigger than any I had seen since starting on this journey shows up and begins fluttering from flower to flower on this one type of plant. I thought nobody will believe this. Then another one appears and i without question purchase three of those plants.

I’m not sure if there are any “Under The Doom” viewers out there but in this past episode the doom within the doom had a caterpillar crawling or actually floating around inside it. i am anxious to see where that goes.

On Tuesday night we have a church that meets on the campus. About an hour or so into their service I gat a text at home… well let me cut and paste it so it’s the exact verbiage. “Just an FYI, the butterflies (they are all in the chrysalis state) were going nuts bouncing all over the place while we were doing the opening prayers and during the reading of the word. They stopped when we stopped reading. Thought it was neat that they were very active during the prayers and reading.”

Sometimes it is hard watching someone you care about struggle. It could be a spouse trying to succeed in the workplace, a child struggling with school, a friend trying to get a business off the ground, or someone within your circle overwhelmed by a painful divorce.

For me it is instinctive to want to help, but sometimes i need to learn to wait and let the process unfold on its own. i can watch and be there should any help be required, but not dive in.

Wise people practice this. When I’ve going through a personal challenge, they make it clear that they are there but that I need to deal with it myself. I have a verse that I use often these days, Ezra 10:4 “Rise up; this matter is in your hands. We will support you, so take courage and do it.” Ann Marie and I must have spoken that verse 15 to 20 times as we ministered to a line of people at our re-ordination service where we shared these posts in a message.

Rise up; this matter is in your hands. We will support you, so take courage and do it.” Ann Marie gleened a great insight on Saturday as we spent some time at a butterfly farm. The woman was sharing about some chrysalis that she had laying on a desk. She shared that they were alive and that if she did not hang them and they would hatch the way they are, laying down, but they would hatch crippled. That’s what Ezra 10:4 says, “RISE UP” or you’re going to hatch crippled. The matter or the struggle you are facing is in your hands and you can not handle it laying prostrate. It also says that there are those who are with me and I take that to include angels sent by God. So ed rise up, know that there is support from God and others and “DO IT!”

In my younger years this response would drive me up the wall, because all I wanted was for someone else to step in and make everything alright.

I can think of several people who are going through a struggle right now, whom i’ve been trying to help but I keep ending up frustrated and they are probably frustrated with me as well.

Often times the greatest support i can offer others is patience and quiet confidence in the process.

Perhaps i need to stop trying too hard, with regard to a specific person or situation in my life right now. A good question to ask would be , am i trying so hard to make myself feel better, or because it will truly improve the situation?

Unfortunately sometimes the answer is clear only in hindsight. i have to make enough mistakes to start to recognise when the situation is like the butterfly and the chrysalis, or when it is something else.

In my humanness, i sometimes find myself in the chrysalis state. During those times i don’t have much to offer the outside world because, whether i realize it or not, much of my energy is consumed with an inner transition.

Going through life with no obstacles sounds wonderful but, would cripple me. 

Struggle: make forceful or violent efforts to get free of restraint or constriction.

I feel like I have spent much of my life making a forceful effort to get free from struggling. How’s it worked for me, it hasn’t. So just as the caterpillar eventually must surrender itself i must also surrender myself. That’s probably easier the older i get.

“That which i persist in doing becomes easier not that the nature of the task has changed, but my ability to do has increased.” – Emerson

Once a little boy was playing outdoors and found a fascinating caterpillar. He carefully picked it up and took it home to show his mother. He asked his mother if he could keep it, and she said he could if he would take good care of it.

The little boy got a large jar from his mother and put plants to eat, and a stick to climb on, in the jar. Every day he watched the caterpillar and brought it new plants to eat.

One day the caterpillar climbed up the stick and started acting strangely. The boy worriedly called his mother who came and understood that the caterpillar was creating a cocoon. The mother explained to the boy how the caterpillar was going to go through a metamorphosis and become a butterfly.

The little boy was thrilled to hear about the changes his caterpillar would go through. He watched every day, waiting for the butterfly to emerge. One day it happened, a small hole appeared in the cocoon and the butterfly started to struggle to come out.

At first the boy was excited, but soon he became concerned. The butterfly was struggling so hard to get out! It looked like it couldn’t break free! It looked desperate! It looked like it was making no progress!

The boy was so concerned he decided to help. He ran to get scissors, and then walked back (because he had learned not to run with scissors…). He snipped the cocoon to make the hole bigger and the butterfly quickly emerged!

As the butterfly came out the boy was surprised. It had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. He continued to watch the butterfly expecting that, at any moment, the wings would dry out, enlarge and expand to support the swollen body. He knew that in time the body would shrink and the butterfly’s wings would expand.

But neither happened!

The butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.

It never was able to fly…

As the boy tried to figure out what had gone wrong his mother took him to talk to a scientist from a local college. He learned that the butterfly was SUPPOSED to struggle. In fact, the butterfly’s struggle to push its way through the tiny opening of the cocoon pushes the fluid out of its body and into its wings. Without the struggle, the butterfly would never, ever fly. The boy’s good intentions hurt the butterfly.

Father please forgive all my good intentions that crippled butterflies>

On many occasions I personalize the word to be more direct and applicable to me. If I can do that to the word, then I can do it with a quote.

“my Success is not measured by what I accomplish, but by the opposition i have  encountered, and the courage with which i have maintained the struggle against  overwhelming odds.” – Orison Swett Marden

MEASURE #5 is a simple story about a Caterpillar but, it’s actually much more! It comes from a book called “Hope for the Flowers” by Trina Paulus. Instead of me telling you what MEASURE #5 is, i want you to think for yourself, find and apply MEASURE #5 as it’s revealed to you. By the way there is no right or wrong but multiple possibilities. Sorry it’s a little long but totally worth it!

Let me start by saying that an effective teacher, teaches others how to think not memorize. If all i do is memorize there will come a day, a time, a circumstance that i have not memorized an answer for and i will face a wall that i won’t know what to do with. If i have been taught to think i will find a way through the wall. So read and think on!

Once upon a time there was a little caterpillar.  He was finally on his own and wanted to make something of his life, but he didn’t know where to start.  He sat on a rock, to think about how he might be able to achieve his dreams.

Soon a group of caterpillars hurried by.  He called out to them, but they were in too big a rush to notice him.

“Gosh”, thought the little caterpillar, “they look like they know where they’re going!  I’ll follow them.”

More and more caterpillars joined the group.

Eventually, they came to a huge gathering of caterpillars, and the little caterpillar saw something he couldn’t believe.  Ahead of him was a huge column of caterpillars, all climbing on top of one another, creating a tower of caterpillars that stretched upwards as far as the eye could see.

The little caterpillar stopped in his tracks, looking up in awe.  All the other caterpillars were rushing to the base of the tower.

“What am I supposed to do?” asked the little caterpillar.

Another caterpillar paused just long enough to shout over his shoulder, “Don’t you know?!  You must climb up the tower.  Success lies at the top.”   And then he hopped into the crawling mass of caterpillars, and was gone.

The little caterpillar knew what he had to do.  He gulped nervously and plunged into the column.

It was cramped beyond belief with caterpillars fighting to climb upwards.  One caterpillar even stepped on the little caterpillar’s head in order to push himself up.

“So that’s how it is,” thought the little caterpillar.

And with that, he took a deep breath, and fought with all his might.  He pushed and squirmed and fought and climbed higher and higher and higher.  He soon became the fastest climber around.   Once he even stepped on another caterpillar’s head, but he was determined to reach the top.  He knew that if he could make it to the top he would find success, and all his dreams would come true.

He soon lost all track of time, but he felt as though he had been climbing for weeks and weeks.  Then one day, he did it.  He broke through to the top!

He was breathless in anticipation for what he would find.  He looked around and saw-

…There was nothing.  Just air.  He frantically scanned the horizon searching for something…anything.  Then he noticed something unsettling.  In the distance, he saw that there were many other caterpillar towers.  All packed with thousands of caterpillars pushing their way to the top.  Pushing their way to…nothing.  The towers just climbed upwards, and then ended.  The caterpillars at the top were no better off.  They were no closer to achieving their dreams then the ones at the bottom.

The caterpillar sat there for a few moments, letting it sink in.

And then he just dove down, back into the column.

“What are you doing?!” asked a confused caterpillar as the little caterpillar passed him.

“Are you crazy?  You’re going the wrong way!” shouted another caterpillar.

But the little caterpillar ignored them and continued downwards until he finally found himself back on the ground.  He looked once more up at the tower, turned on his heels, and walked away.  He may not have known where he was going, but he knew the answers didn’t lie here.

He walked aimlessly for some time, and he soon grew bored.  Before his big trek to the towers, one of his favorite things to do was to spin silk.  He never thought it would amount to much so he had given it up.  Now, he spun silk with joyful abandon.  He got better and better at it, and soon he was able to spin it into beautiful shapes.  He spun a lovely silk button that was so strong he was able to hang from it.  He was so tired from all the spinning that he decided to take a nice long nap.

He had no idea how long he had slept, but when he awoke he found that he was inside a chrysalis.  Once he had pushed his way out, he realized that something was very different.

His body had changed, and he was no longer a caterpillar.  He had undergone a metamorphosis.  He now had two, beautiful, brightly colored wings.  He had become a butterfly!

He flapped his wings and took off into the sky.  He was flying!  He flew off in exhilaration, over the hills, over the caterpillar towers and beyond, into his wildest dreams.

Following the rules and doing things the way they’re “supposed to be done” isn’t always the answer.

There are many ways to get to where you want to be.  If you live in New York and want to get to California you could travel to the West.  But you could also travel to the East and get there as well; it just might take a little longer.

And on your journey, you just might find a new destination that’s so much better than the one you had intended!

I could hardly wait to share today. The transformation that is coming is amazing. I have been wondering what happens inside the chrysalis and now I know. Much of the body breaks itself down into imaginal cells, which are undifferentiated — they can become any type of cell. “IMAGINAL CELLS!!” The imaginal cells put themselves back together into a new shape. Metamorphosing! As you read you must remember that this isn’t about Caterpillars and Butterflies, it’s about me, and a practicle application of the word. This is attending to what God has revealed to me as part of my repositioning.

Imaginal cells resonate at a different frequency (i like that). They are so totally different from the caterpillar cells that his immune system thinks they are enemies…and eats them. But these new imaginal cells continue to appear.

More and more of them! Pretty soon, the caterpillar’s immune system cannot destroy them fast enough. More and more of the imaginal cells survive. And then an amazing thing happens! The little tiny lonely imaginal cells start to clump together, into friendly little groups.

This is my perfect definition for a friend. we start to clump together with other imaginal cells. That’s important. Imaginal cells do not coexist with Caterpillar cells. In a sense the Caterpillar surrenders itself to these imaginal cells

They all resonate together at the same frequency, passing information from one to another. Then, after a while, another amazing thing happens! The groups of imaginal cells start to come together! A long string of groups of imaginal cells, all resonating at the same frequency, all passing information from one to another there inside the chrysalis.”

At some point, the entire long string of imaginal cells suddenly realizes all together that it is Something Different from the caterpillar. Something New! Something Wonderful!….and in that realization is the birth of the butterfly!”

At some point, the entire string/community of believers suddenly realize that we are something different from the neither hot or cold believers. Something new! Something Wonderful!… and in that realization is the birth of a disciple, a true follower of Christ!

The butterfly “knows” that it is a butterfly, the little tiny imaginal cells no longer have to do all those things individual cells must do. Now they are part of a multi-celled organism– A community, a body, who can share the work.

Romans 12:10    Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves.

Ephesians 4:32    Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

Romans 15:5    May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus,

Each new butterfly cell takes on a different job. There is something for everyone to do. Everyone is important. Each cell begins to do just that very thing it is most drawn to do. And every other cell encourages it to do just that.

1 Thessalonians 5:11 Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.

IMAGINAL CELLS!!!

Caterpillar 1This after 3 days. They have gone from an eighth of an inch to about one inch.

These guys spend most of their life crawling on — and devouring — their food source. But when it’s time to become an adult, they start to wander away from what they’ve been eating. They find a sheltered, safe spot in which to pupate, or transform, metamorphosis into an adult. So like me they need to reposition themselves to the proper environment.

Unlike me, Caterpillars instinctively understand the times and how to use them to their advantage. They go up and down the side of the jar in preparation. me… well i get bored easily and need to do something different or i lose interest. These guys are consistent. It’s in their DNA. I believe it’s in my DNA to desire God, to be “most blessed,” to be an “attender” to what He has revealed, but on my way up the jar i become distracted and i take my eyes off what i am destined to do. Some Caterpillars do that as well, but the consequence for them is death as they become a meal for something else. Actually it’s the same for me. i may stumble into something that will take my life.

 

Caterpillar 2Look at the change in size at five days, and… the mess they are making in the jar. That’s a picture or synopsis of my life at one time or the other. As messy as it looks it is vital for them to go through the process which is not always pretty, neat or orderly. It’s the same for me.

After wandering for a while, (it’s estimated that they travel about 90 human Caterpillar 3miles in the five to ten days) the caterpillar makes a simple silk pad on the underside of a branch or twig. It’s easy to think of a chrysalis as something a caterpillar makes, like a cocoon, but this isn’t really true. The body that the caterpillar reveals when it sheds its skin for the last time is the chrysalis. The pic to the right is one week.

 

While I may be a product of my past I do not have to be a prisoner of it. Metamorphosis takes care of all that. While it is not a destination, but a journey there is no going back.

I do not want a regret at the end of my life to be that i didn’t go up and down the jar enough times. i do not want to be haunted by risks not taken, opportunities not seized, and dreams not pursued. Every day i purpose to stop running away from what scares me most and start chasing my God-ordained destiny.

“No matter what happened yesterday it is insignificant when compared to what lies within the core of my being today.”
― Sandy Brewer

No matter what happened yesterday it is insignificant when compared to what lies within the core of your being today.” ― Sandy Brewer

So being a proactive observer i did some study regarding these creatures and what makes them tick. caterpillar-eating-300x221Before it even emerges from its egg, the very first thing a caterpillar does is eat. It chews its way out of its egg, and then it typically eats the rest of the eggshell. After that, it starts devouring the plant it’s standing on. The caterpillar eats until it’s literally too big for its body, and then it molts, revealing a newer, roomier skin. And it keeps on eating completing the same process several times.

i have been devouring the word for a lot of years. There were those times when the knowledge was just that and did nothing for me. Today that’s not the case, and it’s because i have become so insistent on application which is why i am baby sitting six caterpillars. That’s right, six. They said three of the six would die but nope… all six are doing just fine.

It’s hard to imagine that these chubby, munching machines will eventually become delicate, winged butterflies. When i look at the beginning, a caterpillar and the end a butterfly which are the same species, i would not see any similarities at all.

i hope as people examine my life they would not see any similarities between my old and my new life.

For these bugs the only thing they have in common is single-mindedness: Caterpillars are all about eating, and butterflies are all about mating. my single-mindedness is in Christ. This single-purpose lifestyle is why caterpillars and butterflies look so unlike each other. Their bodies have the same basic parts, including a head, a thorax and an abdomen, but these parts look different because they’re suited for very different purposes. A caterpillar’s body is adapted for eating food, turning it into fuel and storing it. A butterfly’s — body is adapted for finding a mate and reproducing.

my life is suited for a very different yet specific purpose than what the world offers. i am the same species as i was before Christ but my words and actions no longer look like that of a sinner. As I go from glory to glory the change becomes obvious. Between egg and chrysalis are a series of molts, in which the caterpillar sheds its too-tight skin, typically eating it afterward. The stage between each molt is called an instar, and most caterpillars go through five of them, growing very quickly and consuming lots of food to power their metamorphosis.

For me spending hours each day in the word and building relationship with God is similar. i go through stages, I am instaring.  i am consuming lots of the word to power up for my metamorphosis.

My portion of metamorphosis for today is this, “To succeed in my mission, i must have single-minded devotion to my goal.

Know  thyself. A maxim as pernicious as it is ugly. Whoever studies himself arrest his  own development. A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a  butterfly. – Andre Gide

An effective teacher teaches people how to think and not how to memorize. These posts are attempting to do just that. If all you do is memorize the day will come when you run up against something that you didn’t memorize and thus you will be stuck. If i in some small way i am able to teach you how to think then there will never be anything that you can’t find a way through it.

Friday’s MEASURE #4 was 2 Corinthians 3:16-18 “But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, (this portion of the verse specifically), are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.”

Transformed… a metamorphosis and the practical application i under took was the purchase of a Butterfly Kit. The kit came with live caterpillars and all the necessary stuff needed to watch them grow bigger, weave a cocoon and finally break out as butterflies. It was not my intent to post about the actual metamorphosis but from day one i began learning lessons. Thus i began to study, not the bugs but their “process to the promise.”

Upon opening the box i removed a blue habitat that sprung into position as soon as i pulled it from the box. Next i saw a poster which gave me a picture of what the end result was to look like. As i dug deeper into the box around all the packing i found a jar with these tiny little creatures just lying there. my first thought… i’ve been ripped off. They weren’t what i expected! They were less than a 1/8 inch in size and they were ugly. Thirdly there was no movement so i thought they were dead. Ripped off right?

i eventually found the instructions on the back of the poster. i learned it would take 24 to 48 hours for these bugs to start moving around. Eventually three were moving and thus the sellers guarantee was completed. They gave me six and said at lease three would be alive. 50 – 50 odds. As of today all six are living and they are at least an inch in length. As i look at what i have purchased and in spite of the poster showing me the end result, i still no clue as to how these things are going to become the thing that they show me. Honestly i can not see what God is doing in the lives of these bugs. So i stumble regarding their metamorphosis. But i repositioned myself and am attending only on what God has already revealed and am being most blessed by what i am learning.

During my lifetime i have seen caterpillars. i’ve seen cocoons. And yes i’ve seen butterflies, but never have i seen the process. This week all that is changing as i apply MEASURE #4 and watch with amazement.

What  the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a  butterfly. – Richard  Bach