A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared,
he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force
its body through that little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had
gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.
Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of
scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then
emerged easily, but it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, 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 his life
crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled 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 tiny opening, were 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 our life without obstacles, it would cripple us. We
would not be as strong as what we could have been, and we could never fly.
he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force
its body through that little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had
gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.
Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of
scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then
emerged easily, but it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, 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 his life
crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled 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 tiny opening, were 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 our life without obstacles, it would cripple us. We
would not be as strong as what we could have been, and we could never fly.
