Butterflies Love Poop

08/18/2012

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So, I was riding my bike today…and I saw a big pile of horse poop on the trail.  And I was surprised to also see, that right in the middle of it was this beautiful butterfly.  I think it is the most perfect one I have ever seen in my whole life.  I thought he must have just been born today.

It was kinda ironic and quite a contrast…so it captured my attention.  Such a fragile, amazing creature…sitting on top of a pile of stinky horse poop.   I had the thought, who knew that butterflies loved poop?

I stopped to take some pictures. The butterfly was so into his treasure, he did not mind me getting really close to him. If I did disturb him, he would fly away but then he would come right back to have another taste.   I was able to take a close up of him with my iPhone, and post it to Facebook…I said “Glory in His Wings.”


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When I got back on my bike, I was asking God…”what was that all about?  I know you are trying to tell me something,”  then He spoke very clearly and said…”If you want to carry my Glory, you gotta learn to love the poop.”

I started crying…it hit my spirit so strong…because I have been going through trials…of various kinds…and I know the word says, consider it PURE Joy…but really??? LOL…

But God…with just one word, all of a sudden, He made it make perfect sense to me.   Yes…that is the deal.

You can’t get there without the suffering.  The cross is on the way to joy…so might as well be like the Butterfly…and decide to Love the Poop ♥

***I did some research after this, and I discovered that the butterflies are actually drinking the water…and I felt God was showing me, when we go through these things…God wants us to drink of Him…and draw out His Truth.

The Way to Joy 

Words and Music: Sherri Youngward

Mary heard the angel speak
About a boy that wasn’t hers to keep
She held the words within her heart
Knowing suffering would be a part of loving Him
But she wouldn’t trade a minute, for a day without Him in it
The cross was on her way to joy
In the garden of Gethsemane
Jesus fell down to His knees
His sweat became like drops of blood
As He prayed the Father’s will be done and not His own
No one took His life away, it’s the reason that He came
The cross was on His way to joy
The cross is on the way to joy, oh the cross is on the way to joy
The cross is on the way to joy, oh the cross is on the way to joy
The thief that hung upon the cross
Thought he’d lost his chance for innocence
He turned his head to his surprise
The Son of God was by his side, forgiving him
When he opened up his eyes, he awoke in paradise
The cross was on his way to joy
The cross is on the way to joy, oh the cross is on the way to joy
The cross is on the way to joy, oh the cross is on the way to joy
And I wouldn’t trade a minute for a day without Him in it

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