Kevin captured a caterpillar and put it in a jar with some leaves to eat. He told me it would become a butterfly in a few days but I didnt believe him. I thought it would die in there of sadness and suffocation. For about 4 days i checked on it with pity. The 5th day it had made a cocoon...and was STRUGGLING SO HARD. The cocoon was convulsing for a while...then resting...then convulse...then rest. It went like this for the whole day. ( at least i think so...i didnt sit there and look at it all day). The next morning we found the butterfly sitting in the jar. ......i couldnt believe it.
Someone once told me that if the caterpillar didnt struggle in the cocoon, it wouldnt be strong enough to fly when it got out. That's how some butterflies dont make it. The struggle makes it strong enough. I let it outside and it flew away....here is a picture of it.
As corny as it sounds....maybe our struggles make us strong enough for the new chapters in our life.
5 comments:
I believe there's truth in that most definitely. I love that you captured the life before & after. Butterflies are a beautiful reminder of new life. There's new life outside the struggle. Wonderful & encouraging post, friend.
amazing. such truth. so encouraging.
xoxo
So true. Thanks for sharing.
I would feel bad for the butterfly too. :)
That's beautiful! I need that reminder. I had fun today on our walk and loved hanging out with your little giggle box!
i like it. thanks for that picture!
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