I walked up the driveway and there sat my mom at the picnic table and was literally surrounded and being swirled in a kaleidoscope of monarch butterflies! She was being healed by God in this moment of such incredible physical and emotional pain that had dogged her most of her life.
I watched as I saw how she suffered much through the cruelest catastrophic pain and tragedies and only sang praises to God throughout them. She watched as my brother was destroyed in Viet Nam. She was present at the unexpected and instantaneous death of my older sister. She was present at the unexpected and also instantaneous death of my younger sister. She watched my dad die slowly over decades of heart disease. Every phone call was feared. She watched as she taught me to stand on Gods Word in the face of the cruelties in my own life. She watched so many and she bolstered them to STAND ON GOD"S WORD. She survived so many car accidents at the hands of others. She was physically broken over an over and over. She lived a life of constant pain. And she praised Jesus. She was not helpless. She had Jesus, And this scene that I have long remembered and comforts me now that she is gone from this life. She watched. She participated. She coached. She mentored. She refused to take a seat. She refused to lie down. She refused to rest. And I watched her.

You number my wanderings; Put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book? ~ from Psalm 56:8
This is an oil called Tears to Butterflies. God catches all tears and transforms them into beauty. The well used bucket has no bottom and is endless. Butterflies are the rebirth of tears shed and as always...
God never ever lets us go through this life alone. He will send someone. She had her mom who was so proud to have been allowed to live just an ordinary life that it made her life extraordinary. She used to wonder if she was ever going to get out of here. And finally at 99 and some God took her home. And mom followed soon after.
"...And I sing because I'm free His eye is on the sparrow And I know He watches me..."
I watched them. I learned. I remember.
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