Like a butterfly we all have wings. Not like birds, one because those things are scary and two because these wings are more delicate and intricate that a birds’ wings.
I have wings. My wings are unseen by the many I come in contact with, they don’t see the lovely designs that swirl, they don’e see the colors that spread like wildfire across my wings, and they don’t ever see me fly with them. But I know they’re there. You have them too. Yes, even men have these beautiful butterfly wings.
No, I’m not crazy. No, I’m not delusional. And I actually don’t like butterflies all that much.
But I worked hard for these butterfly wings. And with every season that I endure, I earn a new set of wings more beautiful than the last.
See, the butterfly must endure change, growth, and facing fears. It begins as a caterpillar. You know the gross, fat, spindly-legged insect. Scientists have yet to discover if caterpillars ever have an idea that one day they will fly instead of squirm on the ground. I tend to think that the caterpillar has no idea, I think that while they build their cocoon (it’s actually a chrysalis but for picture purposes we’ll just stick with a cocoon) they have no idea and maybe think to themselves, “Why am I building this small and tight sack around me?”
And yet, without fail they build this cocoon. I can’t imagine how terrified I would be if I just sat confined in this cocoon for who knows how longs while my body changes. Plus, I have no protection against predators or nature. Well actually I can imagine it. Because that’s what we do while we are going through change.
God guides us and most of time we have no idea we’re building this cocoon around ourselves. We just go on with our lives oblivious to the change that’s about to happen. Then all of a sudden…Â BAM! We are wrapped up in this cocoon, utterly cut off from the outside, and we start feeling changes.
I don’t know if caterpillars move or try to fight the changes occurring, but I know I do. The confinement of living in this cocoon wears on me very quickly. I push against, I yell, I scream, I cry, and sometimes I win. And what I do I get from “winning”? Deformed wings and a broken leg or two. (Just to confirm, I have two healthy human legs.)
In reality I have lost. I didn’t let God finish His work. And guess what? I have to go back. Now I have to do it all over again. I have to voluntarily return back to the tight confinement of that small cocoon and go through the changes again.
Have you ever seen a butterfly leave its cocoon? The cocoon cracks open and out comes out this newly formed butterfly with beautiful wings. But a caterpillar hasn’t ever flown before and now it’s lost weight, gained two hulking wings, and now has to fly. It has no idea what its doing.
So what’s the first thing the newly minted butterfly does? It flaps it’s wings and lets go. It doesn’t hold on and refuse to fly. Not at all, it let’s go and forgets all that it knew as a caterpillar. I can guarantee you aren’t going to find a butterfly behaving like a caterpillar. You’re going to find the butterfly behaving like a butterfly.
The same with you and me. Once we’ve gone through the changes of becoming a butterfly, why do we HOLD ON? What’s so good about what happened yesterday? We can’t ever go back, we can’t change what happened. We can only change what we are doing right now. So why do we act like caterpillars when we now have the wings that allow us to fly?
I fall under this trap as well. I caught myself thinking of things that happened five years ago and go, “Gosh, that was stupid. I shouldn’t have [fill in stupid mistake here].”
My question is:Â WHO CARES? I’m sure you are the only one who runs this through your brain at 4 in the morning. I can promise you the dumb thing you did, said, watched, whatever isn’t being turned over in your friends mind. They may remember it if you bring it up but at that point you are bringing it up, so that’s your fault.
The butterfly flies carefree, carelessly. They aren’t thinking about the bad piece of dirt they offered their fellow caterpillar. They are focused on finding a soft flower petal to land on. They are focused on the new path God has given them.
As humans we will go through this caterpillar to butterfly stage hundreds, if not thousands, of times in our lifetimes. We sometimes shed the wings we fought so hard for, but we get new ones in return. Other times the wings we have are transformed several times and made stronger, more powerful, and more beautiful than the last pair of wings.
I have a set of wings that are getting tired. They are almost done and soon I’ll have to work for another pair. Which i’m both excited and not excited about. It’s so painful sometimes to lose a pair of wings, the familiarity and the comfort of understanding these wings just to lose them.
Everyone has a set of wings. They are all different, so no need to compare!
Maybe you’re just a caterpillar at the moment and that’s okay. We have those stages too. Just being a lonely, wiggly insect that can be mistaken for a lowly slug. We have times that we come out of our cocoons early with deformed wings and ugly scars, we still try to fly but tire out easily. And other times we have to sit inside the tight cocoons for a very long time… and then wait even longer.
These are all okay. As long as you don’t stay there too long. We can get comfortable in any situation, even the most confining or uncomfortable. You should never be content, you should desire to move forward. Patience needs to be observed of course. But to be content with a broken wings or a deformed leg is not okay. To be content to stay in the past and hang on, is not okay. To stay as a caterpillar because you’re afraid of change, is not okay.
So go my friends, spread your wings and fly. You’re beautiful darling!