The Wishful Butterfly

One day a tiny little egg was found under a leaf in the fertile valley called earth. Inside the tiny little egg was a tiny caterpillar. This little caterpillar was so excited. He pushed and pushed and pushed. “Let me out! He screamed.

This place is too small for me!” Just as he was about to give up, POP! The egg gave way and the caterpillar crawled out into the bright sunshine.

He looked all around. “Ah, ha! So this is what is outside that deep, dark egg I was in,” he said.

He crawled around. He loved the earth. He loved to breathe in the wonderful fragrances of spring. He loved to breathe in the green, grassy smells, the woody smells of the woods, and the dewy smells of early morning.

As he ventured around he became aware there were more of his kind around. Something inside of him said, “I must impress these other creatures.” He worked hard. He had the best home. In fact, it was a very fine home indeed.

He began to feel that who he was not enough. Perhaps if he changed the way he acted. “Oh yes, that’s good!” No one knew he told a few lies to get to the top. He had what he wanted now, a fine home and a promising career.

He began to think. “Well now I need to fill up this beautiful home with things. I’ll just surround myself with the finest things earth contains.” He worked and worked and worked.

“Ah, ha! He thought. I have everything I should ever want. I should be happy! No use wishing for anything more!”

He crawled around. He mingled around. He rushed around. He thought, “Why am I not happy?” Why don’t these things bring me happiness? What is missing from my life? He sadly shrugged.

He inquired of an old wise and learned caterpillar. The wise one said. “The reason you are not happy is because you were birthed to become a butterfly with freedom to fly high above the earth.”

“A butterfly, said the caterpillar. What is that?”

“Well,” the wise one replied. “They have wings that look like stain glass. This represents the windows of the church. They are symbols of God’s great joy and celebration that Jesus overcame the cross, fought Satan, and took back the keys of Life which Satan stole a long time ago. Sweet Victory! Yes sir, sweet victory! We can as a result now live with Jesus forever. Boy I’m I glad he died for my sins and that He has those keys.”

Taking a deep breath the wise one continued. “The butterfly flies on the wind which represents the holy spirit.

You know Jesus sends the holy spirit to each and everyone to comfort them while He???s away in heaven.”

“The butterfly flutters because this movement represents the joy we have in Jesus. Thus a quick flutter which says, “Praise yea the Lord, praise yea the Lord, praise yea the Lord,” the wise one continued.

“How do I become a butterfly?” asked the caterpillar. “Well,” said the wise one, “You will have to die to things of this world and become a new creation in Jesus.”

“How do I do that?” inquired the caterpillar.

“Well you bury yourself in a chrysalis. God will cause a change to happen to you, but you have to want to be a representative of God???s joy for the victory his Son has done.”

“I do! I do! I do!” said the caterpillar.

“Very well, said the wise one. Let???s both do it together.”

They wrapped and wrapped and hung upside for awhile. Eventually the caterpillar began feeling differently. He felt new. He had new life flowing through his veins.

“Yes, Yes, Yes, newness again,” he thought. He wiggled, jiggled, and pushed some more. Yes, he had done it. He could see his old blood on the floor. It didn???t matter, he had new blood now.

He began to stretch forth his wings. “Oh, Oh, Oh, awesome! Oh, oh, oh me! I???m a symbol of God???s joy. Oh it feels good and so right. Yes, yes, yes,” shouted the new born butterfly.

He looked around. There was another butterfly who was even more beautiful than he was. “Hey, he yelled, are you the Wise One?”

“Yes, he said. We are both now the wise ones for being symbols of God???s joy over his Son Jesus.

By Rena K. Oynes (c) September, l999


Author: rko777

I am a novice writer and painter who loves to be creative. I love singing but can't sing without a hymnal, except for children's songs. I love to make up my own songs and love the old hymns. I love to garden and got that love from my Mom and Dad who taught be everything I know from planting to harvesting to canning. I'm happy gardening, walking with my pug, JD Sir Winston Churchill, painting, and crafting. I love to spend Saturday's sitting in my rocker going through a bible study. I love working with elementary school aged children and seeing them use their creative gifts. I have taught Sunday school for a number of years and taught in the public schools for 18 years. I might say I'm retired but I spend most of my time subbing and enjoy it immensely. The kids spark my own creativeness.

4 thoughts on “The Wishful Butterfly”

  1. Rena, I read your WISHFUL BUTTERFLY to my 2nd grade D.E.A.R.(Drop Everything And Read Class) and the children loved the story. And it was senendipity that they were beginning the study of Butterflies that very week and it was just a perfect time to share this story with them. Thank you for your delightful tales and keep ’em coming. The children love them.

  2. This is a thought-provoking story Rena. As the season changes in the part of the world where I live into winter, so fall’s lingering butterflies have disappeared. I miss their beautiful dances as they go from flower to flower. The garden seems empty without their presence. Yet reading this story reminds me that they are really not gone, simply hiding in their egg cases until winter passes by. The butterfly can be content nestled in an egg or wrapped in a cocoon knowing this is part of the process of one day becoming a happy, fluttering butterfly, flying about God’s beautiful garden.
    Needles told us in her blog “God Has a Purpose for Your Life” (Pg 1 under Teaching) that ‘God has always thought of you as valuable and that he has a purpose in mind’. It is comforting to know that we can regard ourselves in the same way as we go through various stages in our development. Maybe not flying free to be all we will be yet..but well on our way under God’s watchful eye.

  3. My, Mrs. O you are a gifted writer! I only dream of becoming a writer like you! With God by your side any think is possiable! You might get your own book! Remember you are the wise one and a am the new one in the world! You changed me into God’s girl! Thank you!
    With Faith your friend,
    Your student

    1. One day I was sitting in the airport waiting for my plane to take off. I had just been to a beautiful retreat where we had studied about Jesus and where we had sang many beautiful hymns of praise. As I watched the people in the airport, I thought how many really know Jesus. I heard many conversations. Somehow a number of the people seemed to be weighed down with stress and troubles. It was evident by their stance and their conversations. I looked to my right and there was this beautiful family who were sharing together. They didn’t really have to say they were Christians for they had a light that lite up the airport. As I got closer I learned the lady was a minister. I thought, she is the butterfly. I thought of my friends. They are butterflies too. Then God said to me in a very tiny voice, let’s write. That’s how this story came about. I’m glad you enjoyed it. God gave it to me so that I could give it to you and others. I just hope that many people will aspire to become butterflies (God’s children). What a beautiful world this would be.

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