The old has gone, the new has come.
— 2 Corinthians 5:17

Would you stay in the cocoon, then,
and ignore the call to emerge whole
and beautiful?

Or, would you, with God-given wings
spread His color and purpose to the garden
He's led you to?

When the Spirit bids you come,
don't stay cocooned in a stage
intended only for growth.

Seize your moment in time,
leave the suffocating shell behind,
and fly, butterfly, fly.

Make me new, I pray . . . morphed into your creation. From awkward, misshapen caterpillar, to butterfly. Lifting off on wings I did not provide, as gusts of air send me up and out to destinations unknown.

Led by Your Spirit, I look for Your hand to land me somewhere safe and good. I draw on the nectar of Your Word for sustenance. This short, poignant life, I designate for Your perennial garden.

I am one of many . . . butterflies.

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Help us, Lord, to let the old drop away and to put on the new. We want to fulfill Your purposes for our lives.