The Better Thing and Butterfly Wings

Recently I went to be with the Lord; immediately, He and I started dancing, we were spinning around and around and around. I was looking at the ceiling of a beautiful ballroom, but I was getting dizzy from all the going around and around; sick from the monotony of it.

Then the next thing I saw was Him picking me up, and laying me on a bed like this one. It reminded me of a Princess’ bed, it was so beautiful and fancy.

I had on a long, simple, elegant white gown, and I was just laying there. My hands folded on my stomach. I had the thought, I am so very still, I look like I am dead.

The sun was spilling in through an open window, butterflies and birds were flying in and out. It seemed as though I was in a fairytale. I was just watching them, being very still, feeling like I should be doing something, so restless in my resting. I wanted to create something in my imagination, to force the vision to go somewhere, so I tried, but the images would not stay so I knew it was not His will.

So finally I asked God, “Okay, what are you trying to teach me? What does this mean?”
And He said, “It is okay to rest sometimes, to just relax and be still; to watch the butterflies and the birds.
Martha was busy and worried about so much, but Mary chose to just sit at my feet, and it was the better thing.”


The next day I was with the Lord, having a very special time with him when I asked about my husband. I have never really been married, and I just turned 50, so it’s something that I wonder about often. I wonder if I will ever have someone to share my life with. Sometimes I lose hope and think it is just one more thing I have to die to, but, this day, I asked Him “will I ever get married, Lord? He said. “Yes, you are getting married and he is coming for you soon.” There was a quiet confidence in the words He’d spoken to me.

Two Days later I saw a butterfly on my bush.

I stopped and remembered what God had said to me about being still and watching the butterflies. This particular one, The Eastern swallowtail, is the one God used to get me to start painting for Him. I had painted for a Women’s group the day before and it was an amazing time of ministry. As I sat there, watching, in my heart I was thanking God for how far I have come from the early days when I first spread my wings, and began to “fly”. I grabbed my camera to capture it, when all of sudden another butterfly appeared and the two of them began to dance together in flight.

It was so beautiful to see them in courtship, mid air. They were so caught up in each other as they flew all around one another, and then slowly off together into the trees.

I remembered what Jesus had said to me, It is ok sometimes to just be still and watch the butterflies…and yes, he is coming for you soon.

Butterflies Love Poop



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.”

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