One day, I was dropping off a bag to:

Salvation Army

I saw a cute little butterfly fluttering along. Its presence caused me to not rush back into my car. I was observing its flight pattern and dainty wings…when suddenly my eyes landed on a:

Predator!

It was a bird! My peaceful moment suddenly turned into panic! The bird began fiercely chasing the butterfly. The butterfly was making all kinds of twists and turns and doing it’s best to:

Get Away

I began stomping my feet in the lot and yelling commands to the butterfly:

FLY!

I was cheering for it’s escape. I wanted it to fight with all its might despite being out sized. It had done all that work to transform to be taken out like this…

The butterfly stood no chance. The bird was not only stronger, but persistent!

In an instant, the core of the butterfly was devoured. It’s wings aggressively discarded and left in gravel.

I was deeply bothered by nature’s brutality on display.

Is there a reason that God allowed me to observe that butterfly’s attack and death?

Was I to learn that my own transformation would lead to sudden sniper attacks? Attacks meant to wipe me out.

Was this my reminder to stay vigilant while vulnerable?

I’m still processing this encounter which took place in 2020, the time where many of us were forced to sit with ourselves & fix our focus.

What do you takeaway from the butterfly who couldn’t get away? Share below.

Fly well,