i feel small.
teeny tiny.
like a little stink bug.
only stinkier.
and i wish i could hide.
until i turn into a butterfly.
a butterfly with beautiful wings
that flutter in the breeze.
but stink bugs...
don't turn into butterflies.
and neither will i.
why?
because
i was wretched today.
again.
i was selfish today.
again.
i fell into my habbit of
accounting of others
by how much they
agree or disagree with me
(thank you Horatius Bonar)...
again.
shhh.
the Holy Spirit's
whisper.
stop fighting.
and know.
I AM.
Know.
that I AM GOD.
He is.
everything.
including my righteousness.
glorious righteousness.
sustaining righteousness.
cleansing, renewing, forgiving
righteousness.
lifting me up to soar
on eagles' wings.
and that's a whole lot higher
than any self-created
butterfly wings
could ever take me.
besides,
i don't think
christians were made
to flutter like butterflies.
to be carried about
by every contrary wind.
all the time toting along
these ornate, showy,
self-proclaiming butterfly wings.
we were made to soar.
no, to be lifted up.
like eaglets
on the mother eagle's wings.
silent.
barely noticed by any.
but present.
active and strong.
active and strong
because
He is.
shhh.
Stop fighting.
Know.
and be lifted up.