Thursday, January 6, 2011

butterflies and things

as a little girl, I always thought butterflies were beautiful, but not something completely awe-inspiring, or captivating. they held a place in life and I remember the joy of watching one flutter by. But recently they have taken on a new meaning to me. Something deeper; more revealing. They reflect a part of my heart that has started to identify with their short lives, and their beautiful flight and their blossoming and blooming process. They have become a symbol of...me. let me explain a little more and tell you a couple things that have really confirmed and encouraged me :)

The very first time that I was compared to a butterfly was by my daddy. Which, by itself, is special to me. But even more so because the time in which it was said was a very intense time. And daddy used it to encourage me that, even though I couldn't see it, he was watching me break out of my cocoon, and become a beautiful butterfly. The person I was created to be. And that I was almost there, that my wings weren't fully out, that you couldn't see the full beauty yet, but it was soon. it was coming. and it was beautiful. And that really stood out to me.

The more I journey into me, and who i am created to be; called to be; chosen to be; destined to be; the more i feel a connection to the life and beauty of the butterfly. The challenge of being nothing, the hardship of being wrapped up and hoping for something more, the pain and fight to breakout, but the joy and beauty and freedom of the first flight.and that first glance in a pond to see the wonderful creation they are. they have come to symbolize where i am, where I've been and where I'm going. And they remind me that this isn't gonna last forever, I'm not always gonna be fight and wait, not knowing if I'm beautiful, or if i can fly, or what the world looks like, it's gonna pass, and when it does, it's gonna be a beautiful thing. It's gonna be beyond words. And i hold onto that hope. Onto that promise.

It was confirmed for me at Christmastime. one of my dear friends gave me a journal all over the cover are butterflies, flying in freedom. and the only word on the cover is this..."Treasured." how very special to me! And then this week, I have been working on Save the Date reminders for my 18th birthday/graduation party and there was a design that i ended up choosing, and on it it has a butterfly kind of blossoming out of flowers! and i just really think that it fits perfectly. I put two different quotes on it, but since everyone reading this (at least everyone subscribed) will get an invite, you'll have to wait and see ;)

So as i wait, i'm remaining. I'm chosing the hard way out. of living and not dying. of letting the battle strengthen me and not destroy me.

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