Summer is in it's full glory (finally, after such a cool start) and the insects are making up for lost time. During a recent walk, a team of flies decided to join me. They buzzed in tight circles around my head and took turns dive bombing my face. They didn't follow me into the sunshine and for that I'm grateful because I would have missed the butterflies. All over a small field of flowers, two dozen butterflies went about the business of gathering nectar and bumping along the air on giant wings. I stopped to watch for a few minutes, happy that they flies had remained in the shadows, giving me a moment of peace.
As I walked on, a funny thought came to me. I have people in my life who are like flies. House flies. One friend in particular came to mind. She's lovely and makes me laugh, but I've discovered that I can not rely on her for anything. She has great ideas and the best intentions. She'll talk over ideas, asks me to help out, and then drops the whole thing when it shows the slightest chance of becoming a challenge. She's held many jobs; all ending with a bad taste in her mouth. Her words are House Fly Words. They are born out of poop and buzz around me in annoying circles until I squach them flat.
Then there are people who do what they say they will do. They pray for those in need. They have great ideas and have built a good life on them. Their careers are usually more solid and they have the "twenty-year plaque" to prove it. I love listening to these friends because they speak Butterfly Words - hauntingly beautiful, fluttery words that make me smile. These are the words that I want to chase across a field, catch in a net and display for all to admire.
I want to speak butterfly words; to write butterfly words. I want to be still in God's Word so I may emerge each day a change person-- changed from my days as a gluttonous caterpillar consumer. I want wings!
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