I received a beautiful gift today.
I came home from work in the early evening and immediately changed into shorts and a t-shirt. It has been a very hot and dry month, leaving the yard parched. Early this spring I decided to plant a butterfly garden, hoping to draw some of my little friends to the back yard. Unfortunately, between the heat, a groundhog and my stingy watering habits, the garden has been looking rather sorry.
However, I never let such things stop me in my quest for beauty. I grabbed my camera and ventured into the yard. "I can begin by documenting how very dry it is", I thought, reminded of how my soul thirsts for God. There had been a very meager shower earlier in the afternoon. It was still warm, cloudy and prematurely dark.
I took the picture.
Clearly not the
beauty I was seeking.
Yet it was a start.
From afar, I took a picture.
(My tiny friends can be rather skittish.)
Droplets of rain.
Perhaps that is what drew him?
And so he did, his wings closed.
And then they opened.
I took him to my neighbor's garden.
I showed him her flowers, offering them.
Yet he stayed with me.
Back in my yard, I wondered what was next. And then, without warning, he was once again gone, vanished from my sight ...
Looking up, I saw him. He was fluttering against the sky with a new-found energy, jostling with another butterfly.
Beauty visited me today. (May He visit you as well...)