Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The Lord's Gift

   I did not have any symptoms of arthritis in fifth grade. In fact, my teacher once told me not to be in the front of the line because I walked too quickly. (Who knew that six months later I would not even be near the front.) I just wanted to clear this up because this had nothing to do with why I had to sit out on Field Day.
   Anyway, a couple days before Field Day, I cut my head open slightly beside my eyebrow. I had to go to acute care and it was bleeding like crazy. One of the teachers even used her sweater to stop the bleeding. I had to have the wound glued together (yes, glued. It was a substitute for stitches.). Sadly, the doctor informed me that I would not be able to run around until it healed.
   So I sat patiently through the first activity. I was bored, hot, frustrated, and tired. On top of that, I was lonely. God, I need a friend. I prayed. We moved onto the next activity. I looked up into the sky and saw an orange butterfly fluttering carelessly around above my head. Instinctively, I stuck out my finger for it to land on, even though aside from the ones in museums they never do.
   Maybe that is why I was so surprised when it gently curled its legs around my finger. I smiled, holding my finger still. It's beautiful. I thought. Plus, it was orange, and orange is by far my favorite color. To my dismay, my class was moving to the next activity, and everybody knows that as soon as you move when a butterfly is on your finger, it flys away. "Good-bye, little butterfly," I said aloud. I stood up and rested my hand down, expecting it to fly away. Instead, it flew right up to my shoulder. As soon as we were at the next activity, I placed it on my finger with ease. It was in that moment that I connected the butterfly with my prayer. I smiled up into the sky and thanked God.
   That butterfly stayed with me throughtout the whole Field Day. Of course, it would occasionally dance away for a few moments at a time, but it always loyally came back. Everyone around me was amazed. I was, too. I loved that orange butterfly. It was fairly big for a butterfly but still little comparatively. When it was time to reenter the classroom, I spoke very lovingly to the little butterfly because I knew God had sent it to me, "Alright, I have to go now. Thank you little butterfly!" I watched it fly away. "Thank you, God." That's what it's like to have God. You are cared for and loved, and you always have a friend.
   Right now, I have "Be a Butterfly" written on my hand, to remind me to always be the friend that makes someones day memorable.

Love,
Rachel

2 comments:

  1. see rachel this is the type of stuff u hav to read when u think u r having the worst day ever

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