“My patience was really tested by that butterfly,” my husband said.
He had gone for a bike ride while I was resting, and came back with photos — for me.
A common blue. A male.
Its upper wings, bright sky blue — but only visible in flight. The underside: soft grey, delicate black dots, and a curved line of tiny orange crescents. A butterfly no bigger than a coin, and yet so intricately designed.
It lives a short life — sometimes just a week. And still, it carries pollen from flower to flower. It’s not a “top pollinator” like the bee, but it plays its part.
Carefully made.By the One
who stretches out the heavens
and shapes the butterfly wing.
I looked at the photo. And I remembered what Jesus said — about lilies, about sparrows, and how we are not to be anxious.
“Follow Me,” He said,
“and do not worry.
Not a single sparrow falls outside the Father’s care.
So neither does this little butterfly.
I don’t need to oversee where it’s going.
I just need to follow Him.
Today is enough. 🕊️
— A meditation on Matthew 10:29–31