I may not understand exactly
why I feel
immense compassion for this
battered, beaten butterfly
or why I took her in...
the one who survived the
storm, the windshield, the predator…
who crawled through rain to safety,
with no wings to speak of, and never quit...
unless I somehow see myself,
and choose to believe like her...
because I know she did
not come to this by choice
and her life remains (though quivering)
within her storm wracked
frame,
a picture of something much greater...
Patricia Spreng
2 Corinthians 4: 7-18
We now have this light shining in our hearts, but
we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our
great power is from God, not from ourselves.
We are pressed on
every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not
driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never
abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed. Through
suffering, our bodies continue to share in the death of Jesus so that the life
of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies. Yes, we live under constant danger of death
because we serve Jesus, so that the life of Jesus will be evident in our dying
bodies. So we
live in the face of death, but this has resulted in eternal life for you.
But we continue to preach because we have the
same kind of faith the psalmist had when he said, “I believed in God, so I
spoke.” We
know that God, who raised the Lord Jesus, will
also raise us with Jesus and present us to himself together with you. All
of this is for your benefit. And as God’s grace reaches more and more people,
there will be great thanksgiving, and God will receive more and more glory.
That is why we never give up. Though our bodies
are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. For our present troubles are small and won’t last
very long. Yet they produce for us a glory that vastly outweighs them and will
last forever! So we don’t look at the troubles we can see now;
rather, we fix our gaze on things that cannot be seen. For the things we see
now will soon be gone, but the things we cannot see will last forever.
This is the Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God.
Beautiful, Pat. Great marriage of poem/text/photo. And I know exactly how this precious little lovely thing feels. I'm guessing you do, too. (in fact, you said so, didn't you?)
ReplyDeleteThanks Diana... yes, when I am weak, then I am strong(er) Finishing the race with you... = )
DeleteI coudn't help but continue to think on this...that because we are made in his image, our potential is great, and our capacity for compassion is great... so when we see brokeness, we are filled with compassion because we know the potential the creator designed... much the same way he looks at brokeness... filled with compassion because he knows our potential and what he designed us to be...
just thinking out loud... = )
Pressing on ...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done.
Thanks Susan... yes, pressing on... my heart is filled with respect and love for the way you do it... <3 Christ in you, the hope of glory... = )
DeleteI think I'm a little like that swallowtail, too. Glad to know I have some company. :)
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