Knights of the Pain Table

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Story of the Butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.

The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time.

Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.

What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were God’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives. If God allowed us to go through our lives without any obstacles, it would cripple us.

We would not be as strong as what we could have been. We could never fly!

Author Unknown

Pain can seem to be an unbearable obstacle with no purpose, but perhaps we cannot see the purpose as we are struggling.  We also cannot see what we are becoming.  Only God can truly see.  Sometimes all we have to hold onto is Faith.

God Bless,

Lady Sharon

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2 Responses to “Story of the Butterfly”

  1. Dianne says:

    This is the most beautiful, inspiring story I’ve seen in a long, long time. Just what I needed as I begin my battle with RA. Thank you.

  2. Lady Sharon says:

    Lady Dianne,

    Wilcume to Camelot and we pray that you do not suffer much pain. Thank you for seeing the beauty of faith even when it is covered with a veil of pain. Come and ride with us anytime for life must remain an adventure.

    Your humble Scribe,
    Lady Sharon