The balcony is just above the top of the little grove of live oaks at my left. The lake is about ¾ mile in front of me nestled against the early fall colors of the hill country. The temperature is about a perfect 65 degrees. I settled gingerly in my chair and began to enjoy my coffee. Unexpectedly I saw a butterfly not down among the bushes and flowers but apparently it had come over our 3 story unit and was high above the live oaks. I laughed to myself and said, "you silly old butterfly why in the world would you be up here. The flowers and stuff you love are far below. How do you aspire to go above the place of other butterflies?" I sat their thinking how strange to see this when another and another and another butterfly came over top and continued in a southwesterly direction. At this point the butterflies have my total attention. As I watched them they would labor to ascend and then rest riding the updraft of the gentle breeze of the morning. One after another I watched 30, 40, 50 butterflies continued to move along far above the trees.
Some got close and I recognized their bright orange markings. They were the beautiful Monarchs. Because of their beauty I had loved these especially since my childhood. Then I remembered the story of how the Monarch butterflies migrate to the south in the fall of the year. The Monarch is one of the few insects capable of transatlantic flight according to Wikipedia. Somehow, on this morning of my life God had stationed me squarely in the flyway of these marvelous little butterflies. Some folks might say, "What's the big deal" but this spoke volumes to me concerning my own journey.
My life has never been like those of others. I have always marched to the drumbeat of the purposes of my heavenly Father. I have been judged for trying to soar to high. I have been rebuked for trying to bring the Church to a place that seems unreal and beyond what's practical. I've been accused of dreaming of a glorious Church. I have believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. I have never been satisfied with the status quo. And now these little butterflies are prophesying to me, "Come on son. I know I've got you out here and it seems that you are beyond your ability or you grace. However, remember "It's not by might nor by power but by my Spirit. Labor a little but rest a lot in the thermal updrafts of my Spirit. Don't give up .. in due season you will arrive and the things I have placed in your heart will be a reality. Then you'll know it was all worth it. I love you Jesus!