Written by: Erica Shute (Sawyer now!)
January 1, 2019
It’s the first day of 2019. As I sat in the sun, in front of my house, I was reminded by this little butterfly how great it feels to finally be able to fly–to finally know who I am–to finally be seen as beautiful.
I didn’t always feel beautiful with wheelchair wheels and paralyzed legs, in fact I could probably relate to the caterpillar identity more than the painted, winged creature.
A caterpillar crawls around on the ground not doing much but eating bitter leaves. It’s not much pleasure to look at, nor is it something considered to have much worth, especially when it is ravishing your potential harvest. I’m sure you’ve even squished one along your way before not realizing that little squishy worm will one day become something brand new… it will one day shed it’s caterpillar skin, replacing it with wings, turning into something miraculous, something beautiful.
It took me a while to find my wings, but I’m so thankful for the wait. I know things happen for a reason, and the timing of things are always perfect, and I believe in the promise that ALL things work together for good if we love and trust our Creator.
What a great place to be in life.
I am no longer the caterpillar. 🐛
I am a butterfly. 🦋
To be looked at as beautiful is the most remarkable feeling in the world, but to believe it to be “who you are”– is something far beyond that. The beauty was always there, it just needed a little time to reveal itself, a little encouragement and someone God sent to notice.
1 Peter 3:3-4 “Don’t be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God.”
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