Husband Alan McKean (Time Travel writer https://www.amazon.com/Alan-T.-McKean/e/B00BR1PM5Y/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1532243381&sr=1-2-ent) and I took a Saturday drive looking for new photos. One place was especially beautiful; it was a flat, uninspiring stretch of gravel road with weeds on one side and exposed rocks at low tide on the other…but it had butterflies.
Blackberry vines bloomed, shouldered by ranks of pert yellow and white wildflowers, and even some clumps of purple. Lovely white cabbage butterflies settled over the wild foliage like falling clouds. I wanted a picture.
My exercise for the day came from following those lively butterflies up and down the road in an attempt to get a picture. They were shy and easily startled by motion—which I suppose is wise for an insect that small. Long story short…I did not get a picture of the white butterflies.
That failure reminded me of all the white butterflies I’ve chased in my lifetime in the form of wrong relationships, wrong desires, wrong career choices, and wrong lifestyles. I am so thankful to God for the ones I never caught. Looking back, I can see the dangerous places I would have tread to catch a butterfly. God is too good to be cruel, too wise to make mistakes.
Thank You, Lord Jesus, for all the butterflies I never caught either on camera or in my hand.
“No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to all; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to hear it.” 1 Corinthians 10:13.