When our Lord was crucified, all nature wept.The very earth trembled in anguish, and every creature of God was filled with sorrow. The trees shed their leaves, the flowers lost their petals, and outside the tomb of the Lord, a tiny caterpillar spun itself a shroud of silk in preparation for death.
Then on the third day, Christ rose from the dead, gloriously and triumphantly and left the tomb to walk again among the beauties of nature that he loved so much. He saw the silken cocoon and touched it.
And suddenly the caterpillar burst forth in new splendor--a butterfly of breathtaking beauty, rising heavenward with new life.
Even so today the Butterfly testifies every spring to the miracle of Resurrection and the beauty of God's love.
Lord, send me a surprise. One that catches me off guard and makes me wonder.Like Easter. Send me a resurrection when everything looks dead and buried, like a Butterfly. Send me a new friend when I am alone. Send me peace when I'm afraid. Send me a future when it looks hopeless. Send me your Resurrection when I die.
"Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes".
Even though a female butterfly can secrete only about 1/4 millionth of an ounce of her perfume into the air, a male butterfly can smell it and track her down from seven miles away.