The Torn Wing
"Oh yes, good morning to you, too, but I can't imagine why you are at singing while it is still dark out."
I managed to focus enough to discover that it wasn't truly dark: Morning was peering in behind the blind and Little Miss Songbird had every right to announce that Dawn had arrived.
I have another cheery note to share with you. Although it's not about the birds or the bees it is about butterflies.
Yesterday I got almost teary-eyed on the way home from a social gathering. Now, no one has ever called me a Social Butterfly, or as someone could flit seamlessly from one group of people to the next without a hitch, but inside I knew something was missing.
Take a look at that beauty. No, I mean really look at it. See the exquisite detail on those less-than-paper thin wings? ( I keep wanting to call them petals!)
I never knew. or even thought of it until yesterday that butterfly wings can be torn, damaged, yet then can survive.
I was a butterfly wrapped up in a cocoon of innocence during my childhood but the day of awakening came, I emerged and discovered much to my heart-wrenching dismay that I couldn't fly like the other human butterflies around me. I had been damaged during that cocoon stage.
Being with other 'butterflies' made the pain seem so much worse. I knew I was lacking something, and no it wasn't money or being a certain personality type.
Some people crochet, others make exquisite creations out of glass and so on but I met the One who created butterflies!
Last night when I was chatting away with my friends it came to me that I was more than just happy in a vague sort of way, I was bubbling over with joy. For a long time now that broken wing has been mended by the gentle hands of the Creator, and yesterday was just one of those evenings I couldn't stop singing "thank you, thank you, thank you" in my heart.