When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose work I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me? (Psalm 57:3-4)
Miracle of Transformation
Did you know that there are over 20,000 species of butterflies and moths? They all begin their existence on this earth as a worm-like creature that crawls along the ground seeking the substance that will sustain its life. This lowly worm has long been used as an example of life lessons, in part because species in this group will at some point demonstrate what is called a “complete metamorphosis.” Have you ever experienced or known someone who had a complete transformation?
Once my life was lived in bondage and fear, bound to circumstances I had no control over, or so I thought. The fear was physical, mentally draining and all-consuming. In my early adulthood, I was trapped in abuse and turmoil. Not knowing where to turn for help, being naïve and immature paralyzed my ability to think clearly and find solutions.
The caterpillar clings to earth and plants for survival. I clung to lies, to ignorance of the truth, hoping someone, or a change in circumstance, an elusive miracle would suddenly banish my fears and break my chains. The decision to marry at age sixteen to escape the dysfunction of living in a home with an alcoholic father created a situation that spiraled into heartbreak and divorce. Even though I was a Christian, I suffered from a lack of knowledge and understanding .
The force of nature, designed by the hand of God, propels the caterpillar to a point of change. It seeks a place to build a cocoon that encases its body. The creature becomes immobile. In the dark, quiet stillness there is a natural surrender to nature that results in the transformation. When the dormant time is over, the new creature begins to move, to struggle and work free. The miracle has taken place but it is this final struggle that the wings are open to fly.
There came a time when I surrendered my fears to the Lord. I spent time in study and prayer with a precious mentor. I sought godly counsel. Most of all, I spent time alone with God in prayer. My life lay dormant during that time. God taught me that when I am weak, He is strong. The circumstances in my life did not change, the turmoil was still present, but I began to change. God is the Master of transformation. The struggle was not easy but I learned to break free and fly with His help.
Be anxious for nothing, but in all things through prayer and petition, with Thanksgiving, make your request known to God. And the peace that passes all understanding will keep your heart and minds through Christ Jesus .Philippians 4:6-7
True freedom comes from Jesus Christ our Lord.
Do you need a transformation in your life today? What do you think of the journey of the butterfly?
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A sunny spring afternoon in 1941, two young women, sisters and both expectant mothers, were shopping together for baby clothes in the Kress 5 &10 Cent Store. Kate, the younger sister, was due anytime in the next 10 days. Dot had just recently learned she was expecting in October. The sisters had lived and worked together until their marriages the year before. In 1939 their parents had passed away. Dot married Frank, a successful local farmer. Frank had hired a young man named Jim to work for him. The four met and my family legacy began. That very afternoon, Kate began to experience signs that she was going into labor. A cab was called by one of the store clerks, Dot called their husbands, and the two women headed to the hospital.
A long night of labor lay ahead for 25 year old Kate. By early dawn on April 13th, Easter Sunday morning, she held a little (more…)
Jesus was about to be arrested and He knew it was going to happen. He knew who had betrayed Him and knew the terrible persecution He was about to face. Jesus predicted His death several times to His disciples.
In Luke 18:31 Jesus took the twelve aside and told them, “We are going up to Jerusalem, and everything that is written by the prophets about the Son of Man will be fulfilled.”
They didn’t understand. When John, Peter and James followed Jesus to the Mount of Olives, He said to them, (more…)
The lights lowered as the worship team walked onto the stage. The spotlight came up and a young man stepped into the center of it and began to sing into the microphone.
“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain,” Chris’ voice rang out.
The musicians began to play. The instruments, the voice, those beautiful words melded together, filling the sanctuary with the melody of praise. Sweet tears filled my eyes as I (more…)
“Ten little fingers “…ten tiny toes.”
My heart melted at the sound of my son’s voice. I grasped the phone tightly, trying to bring him closer. “Mom,” Robert said in almost a whisper, “She is beautiful.” In that moment, hearing of the birth of our second grandchild, the first girl, a new love burst open in my heart. Sight unseen, not yet holding her, the sheer force of this thing called love grew.
I was in Louisiana on a business trip, checking in by phone as the family anxiously and happily anticipated the arrival of Loren Marie. Robert let me know both mother and child were doing fine. He was basking in the warmth of a new love that only a father can understand. A new love that weighed in at 7 ½ lbs. and was sleeping peacefully in his arms. This new little human, so unaware of life, totally dependent on her parents, had no concept that she was now miraculously the most important person in the world to her mommy and daddy. Robert knew.
He knew they would love her, care for her and guide her through life. That baby girl is a young woman now. She is a teacher, a lover of words and books, independent, talented. She was well launched into adulthood by her parents.
God is love.
Loren was born on Valentine’s Day. It is the day we symbolize with a heart: a day to remind us and for us to celebrate the loves in our lives.
I am reminded of the very first Bible verse I learned as a small child. In 1 John 4:8 it says “God is love.”
Loren was our second grandchild. There are now 11 grandchildren in the family and with each one my heart has grown to hold the love they bring into my life. If you are a grandparent, you know exactly what I mean.
“You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body, and knit them together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! It’s amazing to think about. Your workmanship is marvelous and how well I know it,”
Psalm 139: 13-14
A few days ago Loren posted the following question on Facebook: ‘If you write an Autobiography, how would you describe the intersection of our first meeting?” Her father’s prompt response was: “Ten little fingers” ten tiny toes. I read his response with a smile and tear as I recalled tender, precious memories of a joyful day.
Our family is blessed with an abundance of grands. There is great joy and great chaos when we gather. Yet as much as we grandparents and parents love those children, God loves them more.
We are all unique, created by our heavenly Father. His love for us knows no bounds. He gave us life and life eternal through His son Jesus Christ.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life,” John 3:16, ESV
I pray as you read these words that you know God’s love. Do you have a special memory of your children or grandchildren being born?
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