I walked out onto my parents' patio this evening and before I could plop down into a chair, my father told me to walk to the tree in their backyard. I didn't stop to ask him why, or give him a hard time to explain why I didn't "feel" like walking to the tree. He said go to the tree and so I did.
I walk to the tree, listening to the sound of the sound of the fountain as I pass it. I'm looking into the branches, wondering if I'm supposed to see a birds' nest or something along those lines. I'm standing there under the tree and all of a sudden, my breath is taken away. Dozens of monarch butterflies come out from the tree. They were dancing and swirling in the air. It was just beautiful. All the cares and worries of the day just slipped right out and I just felt completely at peace. As I'm standing there watching them float in the air, I realize that my father reminded me of my Father in that moment.
When God tells me to go or stay, He's got a good reason. Sure I can make it tough on myself and over analyze everything. Why is He telling me to go here? Am I walking fast enough for Him? Am I on the right path? Just knitpicking it to death. When all I really need to do is to trust Him and see what kind of butterflies He's sending my way.
So this is me...walking where I'm supposed to walk, waiting for more of His butterflies...
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