A Chrysalis of Grace

There are stages and periods of painful, confining growth in everyone’s life. Stages of being wrapped up in cocoons of hardships that cover us with doubts and fears. Stages that seem to come out of nowhere and we wonder, can I grow from this?

There are four life stages of a butterfly; the egg, the larva, the pupa and finally the butterfly. Each stage of change in their life cycle is quite different but each has a purpose.

Butterflies are unique amongst insects because they experience something called a complete metamorphosis whereas other insects have incomplete metamorphosis.

It takes about a year for a typical life cycle to be completed. Some butterflies can live up to 10 months but some only one to four weeks.

A larva or caterpillar (My youngest still struggles to say this) can be a very comic stage as most caterpillars look ugly, spiked, furry, clumpy, and gooey, but some are kind of cute I suppose.

This stage leads to the chrysalis which is the transforming from the caterpillar to the butterfly and is known as the resting stage. From this metamorphic stage a beautiful transformation occurs resulting in a brilliantly colored butterfly. What was once a silly, belly crawling insect, is now a brilliant flying insect and gorgeous display of color and wonder.

Isn’t that like the trials of life? If left alone, we’d be a silly, belly crawling insect that has little purpose, but God has much more. It’s His chrysalis of rest that he gives, cocooning us in his grace while undergoing a spiritual metamorphosis, or transformation to be exactly what He intended for us after all. But it hurts because the metamorphosis is a resting, confining stage that hems us in and we seem to lose freedoms. Although while we rest in Him, He is using that confinement to take our silly, belly crawling selves and mold us, heal us, and shape us into a Christlikeness that will shine more radiant and more beautiful for His glory.

Our colorful display of virtues and graces gotten through our metamorphosis are bright and new because he loves us far too deeply to leave us to ourselves. As we are molded and changed into beautiful butterflies, letting go of who we once were and submitting to God’s plan for this stage in life, we become something that can instead go beyond what we perceive as lost. Now, we can fly and soar because we are what God saw in us all along. He saw the silly, belly us crawling along and He wrapped a silken cross of grace around our souls, that transformed our lives into His glorious masterpiece.

Much love,

Viv 🦋

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The Word On Monday: Armour Of God ðŸ”°

Good soldier, the evil day is any time believers are being tempted to sin by Satan or being tried in a hard affliction.

By God’s grace we are to resist Satan and he will flee from us but we can only “stand” in our battles if we are properly armed. There is a big invisible battle being waged and that is for our souls. Satan wants to catch us off guard, unarmed and vulnerable so He can cause us to stumble in sin or cause God’s children to bring dishonor unto God. Being the clever serpent he is, he can use the most strategic tactics possible piercing or disorienting us by swift fiery darts that deeply wound our souls.

Maybe your dart is like mine, a fiery dart of disability or chronic illness…..a “thorn” in the flesh. I am sure Satan attacks us when we are already down so as to easily get us. Whatever your fiery dart is, stand strong in the word of God fighting the fight of faith. We can shield our souls from those darts by faith in our Savior Jesus. Memorize scripture. Store up verses in your mind to protect your soul from fiery darts. Our minds are fickled, apt to think wrong thoughts not from God. We must train our minds like a soldier training for battle. Scripture, bible study, prayer, and meditation can equip our souls for battles seen and unseen. Subtle or sudden.

Corrie ten Boom says, “The enemy shoots his fiery arrows out of invisible, unexpected positions.”

Faith is our shield and the Lord is our shield too. Psalm 28:7, “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped….” Also, Genesis 15:1, “After these things the word of the Lord came unto Abram in a vision, saying, Fear not, Abram: I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great reward.”

We don’t know when the enemy will strike but if our shields are up, armour is on, and swords are ready we can stand strong fighting the biggest battle we ever will face; The battle of running the race and fighting the good fight of faith set before us and standing strong to the end.

Philippians 4:13, ” I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

Much love,

Viv 💚

Easter Brings Hope

When I gaze out my dining room window, filling my eyes with the newness of spring, I feel hope. Each tiny flower delicate and quiet in it’s own beauty, fashioned by God’s careful eye. Each bird calling to it’s mate echoing songs of joy as the light shines anew. Each bunny hopping along, finding its way out of the warm burrow ready to explore. Each time my daughter, long haired and bright eyed finds a token of God’s creation to share in awe at it’s beauty. These gifts of hope, fresh and new as each day, easy to be taken for granted or overlooked, give so much hope. One day, I too will rise with my Savior, receiving a new, glorified body, nothing broken or amiss. I will be able to sing songs of praises unto Him, never getting tired or fatigued, breathless or weak. My strength will be restored but most importantly, I will be in constant fellowship amongst the saints and my Savior Jesus. Because He died, His gift of love to me, and rose again, I have eternal life. Life in heaven, free from sin, pain, and sorrow, will be infinitely more beautiful than the freshest, newest spring morning because He will make all things new. His miraculous resurrection conquered death and because He rose, I will one day rise again.

Happy and blessed Easter!!

Viv🌸

In His Hand

I was drowning, sinking down, completely dead in the water until Someone reached down and drew me up out of the water, and placed me safely inside His hand.

It is a huge, giant-sized hand. A Father’s hand so big it holds the entire world resting in the palm. I’m in this hand, no matter where I go or what I do, I’m never outside of it. It cradles me. I don’t have to be afraid. Nothing can remove me from this hand because the world with all that’s in it, is in this hand too. This hand keeps me from falling, protects me from floating away, it’s always there and I feel safe.

There’s a beautifully perfect scar in this hand. When I reach out to it, my pain melts away and I am comforted. I look around and see an infinite number of names written inside it’s finger prints. I can see a space where I want my name written not far off. I stretch out my arms to that space and realise that I didn’t have to because my name was already written there.

As long as I’m resting in this hand no harm can reach me. Nothing can remove me from this hand. Inside this hand the strong fingers close about me so that I remain unharmed.

My strength is fading…

I’m still in the world but this hand is moving, drawing me slowly, yet safely to Him. I see the world start to fade but this hand holds me, filling me with it’s strength; it’s an absorbing strength that warms my soul with peace.

The hand keeps moving, the world fades completely away and now I’m not journeying out of the world, I’m lying on His strong chest safe, finally home. I look back and see that I didn’t have to be afraid of moving out of the world, because there was never a time I wasn’t in His strong, powerful hand.

Psalm 31:15a King James Version (KJV)

15 My times are in thy hand….