This is a photograph that I shot at the Desert Botanical Garden, a few years ago.
This morning was a glorious morning. When my wife awakened from her sleep, she first went to her devotions, joining me in reading the whole of our Bibles, using the ESV devotion plan.
I then heard her stirring pots in the kitchen, as she decided to prepare some steel cut oatmeal. I love steel cut oatmeal, especially when it is teaming with fresh blueberries, strawberries, and a sprinkling of sliced almonds.
We then journeyed to our back patio to enjoy the morning sun, the serenity of a quiet Saturday morning, and to our delight, butterflies.
Butterflies are wondrous creatures to me. First, generally speaking, the possess stunning color. I have always been a man stammered by vibrant, saturated colors.
Secondly, they are the most graceful of creatures, are they not? They flit around from flower to flower, drinking nectar, and help to call our attention to the beauty of God's creation around us.
We enjoyed the butterfly's ballet with silence on our lips. The only sound to accompany their dance was the sound of the dove, quail, and other assorted birds busily moving about their day.
I find myself not only fed, but refreshed, and reminded in the small dance of a butterfly, of my God's wonderful creative talent. If this is creation cursed, can you image what must await us in heaven?