Did you know some butterflies weigh about as much as two rose petals, but they fly thousands of miles? I've heard some even cross over the Gulf of Mexico. How is that possible? I was blessed to be in Fort Morgan, Alabama, near the end of October where I witnessed the migration of the Gulf Fritillary butterflies. Also, while we were there, a Blue Angel pilot from a nearby military base roared across the sky in front of us, flipping and spinning with power and strength, leaving a trail of smoke behind him. Another frequent site were the blue heron and pelicans soaring and diving with their huge wings expanded, exhibiting so much grace. ![]() But it was the beauty of the fragile creatures flying over the unusually clear Gulf water that overwhelmed me. That those small wings could carry them so far seemed truly a miracle. I related most to those fragile wings. Some days I feel so weak and broken under the burdens of this life. It's hard to keep on course. Without the Lord carrying me in the harsh winds of pain and disappointment, I'd surely give up. Some of you are facing that disappointment and loss this year. The holiday celebrations have started, but you're dealing with grief, addiction, cancer or some other disease, unemployment, a broken heart, or another difficult situation. It's just plain hard right now for whatever reason. I know, and you probably know, that God is big enough to handle this mess, this pain, but if you'd like additional prayers, send me a message or leave a comment here if it's not a private concern, I'd be honored to say a prayer for your situation. These verses from Isaiah 61 comfort me. The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a] 2 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, 3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion-- to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. Thank you for your support this year. Blessings in Him to you and your family, Janet
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12/4/2016 12:01:24 pm
Beautiful. I love butterflies. I find my hope in how they change so dramatically yet it is certainly not over night. I always feel like God puts them in my sight just when I need the reminder that He is there. Thanks for your post. It was lovely.
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Janet Ferguson
12/4/2016 01:58:45 pm
Kelly, I love them, too! Your description is spot on. They remind me of new life, too
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Janet Ferguson
12/4/2016 01:56:49 pm
Thank you, Evelyn. I wish you Merry Christmas!
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12/4/2016 01:51:02 pm
The pictures are lovely and the scripture is perfect! Thanks for sharing!
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Janet Ferguson
12/4/2016 05:49:49 pm
Thank you, Jackie. It was a lovely time with the Lord and a few friends.
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