I like what Muhammad Ali said about butterflies better than what I wrote yesterday. I said, “fly like a butterfly,” but his take is better: “float like a butterfly.” Much better.
This morning I wonder…a self-wonder, but also including family and friends, how many live in a caterpillar world?
Many of us do…at least occasionally. When we’re not sure crawling along will ever change. When we’re not sure people will be have more wisdom than arrogance in a worry about political elections. Who find their physical pain to be, at least mentally, entrenched.
It may be…the inevitability of a caterpillar morphing into a butterfly…seems outlandish. Even more, impossible.
This morning, however, in the impact of the Orlando shooting, malaise and crawling along seem to persuade.
Another image came to me this morning, partnering the butterfly. It comes from Psalm 23 when the phrase happens, “leads me beside still waters.” That image is far more than the reality of quenching our thirst. Far more. I’ve always believed, the “still waters” allow us, encourage us, ask us to consider the waters a mirror. In which we see ourselves.
May it be…that when we look into the still waters, we will see a person of worth, of value, who CAN float [ah, a connecting image] with that image. An image of value, an image of goodness. For and with each of us.
In a few days there will be, at least in the calendar, 76 candles on the birthday cake. But, more than that, may these days never consider the caterpillar moments for us to be in control. May they not.
Rather, might each of us believe in our hearts and live with our steps, this day, each dawning day, is still God’s gift. And goodness has not left the room.
Let’s float on that. Okay?