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The Butterfly

Author Unknown


A man found the 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 could go no further. So the man decided to help the butterfly.

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 its life
crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled
wings. It never was 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
any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be
as strong as we could have been. And we could never
fly. So have a nice day...and struggle a little.

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