I Love Stories That Touch My Heart
The Butterfly
A man found a cocoon. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it
struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it
had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily.
Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly
because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would
contract in time.
Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed
wings. It was never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for
the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the
butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
If God allowed us to go through all our life without any obstacles, that would cripple us. We would not be as strong as
what we could have been.
Not only that, we could never fly.
A man found a cocoon. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it
struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it
had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther. Then the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily.
Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly
because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would
contract in time.
Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed
wings. It was never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for
the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the
butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life.
If God allowed us to go through all our life without any obstacles, that would cripple us. We would not be as strong as
what we could have been.
Not only that, we could never fly.
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