I went to spend time with the LORD and write after a time spent in the hospital. I walked alongside a narrow river. Then I turned inland and followed a small stream through high embankments on either side and sat next to it. As it got closer to dusk, hundreds of monarchs flew in among the trees above and near me. Many were still fluttering in the air as others landed on twigs slowly clapping their wings. They were there to rest on their long migration south to Mexico. I just happened to enter their direct line of flight at just the right time. I can still see it in my mind’s eye…
A place of refuge
A place of rest
A place of caring
A place of playing
A place of direction and guidance
A place of freedom
A place of shade
A place of cover
A place of sunlight
A place of gentle breeze
A place of relaxing, flowing water
A place of joy
A place of letting go and being who you are
His miraculous care, concern, giving, providing for the butterflies…
How much more HIS children!
Time sharing insight seeking clues to please
Butterflies circling flight dancing anew with dreams
Sun shining bright piercing through the trees
Prayers guiding light inspiring truth on knees
Shade refreshing right providing cool as breeze
Rock remaining contrite sensing proof of mercies
Water flowing slight sounding tune in harmonies
