Butterflies...

When I see a butterfly, gently flitting across a blue sky, I am reminded of only one thing, the Master Creator. When it was time to create a butterfly for the very first time, what was on the mind of God. I think it must have been us, all women who like the butterfly go through seasons of change and growth until we too finally emerge from our caterpillar-like shape into a beautiful, gentle, whimsical fragrance of quiet beauty, color and grace. Welcome to my blog. Welcome to my adventure. Me, a hopeless caterpillar struggling to just find the light from my place in the dirt, as I turn into the very daughter of the King. I believe in the impossible. The first step... surrender.