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Caterpillars and Butterflies


Can something (or someone) really change?

This colorful caterpillar spends his few days crawling, munching on leaves and stems, possessed with an inner drive to eat more and more, hiding from predators and pesticides.
I wonder, does he know? Does he know that while he is bound to the earth now, eating and surviving, that someday he will fly? Really fly. With beauty that snatches the breath away, he will spend his summer flitting from flower to flower, not bound by anything.




Metamorphosis: a profound change in form from one stage to the next in the life history of an organism.


Maybe, just maybe, we can fly someday like the butterflies!


Now that you've cleaned up your lives by following the truth, love one another
as if your lives depended on it. Your new life is not like your old life.
Your old birth came from mortal sperm; your new birth comes from God's
living Word.
Just think: a life conceived by God himself! That's why the
prophet said, 'The old life is a grass life, its beauty as short-lived as
wildflowers; grass dries up, flowers droop, God's Word goes on
forever.' Message






If anyone belongs to Christ, there is a new creation. The old things have gone; everything has been made new! 2Cor5:17

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  1. AnonymousAugust 2, 2010 at 2:31 PM

    Those pictures and words are beautiful.

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