June is always full-speed ahead here for the Crew. Jacob has been doing Cub Scout camp all week and loving it, and now we are preparing for Ty to head to Boy Scout Camp next week. Factor that in with co-op meetings, some school, Dr. appointments and endless errands and you can see that there hasn't really been a dull moment around here.
Nevertheless, at 2:38 a.m. when my eyes burst open out of a deep sleep with the sudden terror that "that butterfly is going to come out of it's chrysalis soon and it's in an open mason jar", I still deemed it necessary to get out of bed, find the dern butterfly do-hickey and place the mason jar inside of it, nice and protected, lest she decide to be reborn anytime soon.
Yes. These are the things that keep me up at night.
I almost plodded out here to the computer to post about how ridiculous it was for me to have gotten up because I couldn't fall back asleep. Now I wish I had, because it would have been further proof that God even works in the most minute details. You know, like the one where my kids would have been devasted when our freshly hatched butterfly in all it's newborn naivety met the ceiling fan whirring at demon speed? But, bless her sweet beautiful delicate heart, she was spared such a tragic death. Because here is what I woke up to this morning as I started my coffee:
I can't even help all the spiritual analogies that run through my mind each time I behold their fresh beauty. It always makes me so grateful for the transformation that God does in each of His children. Just think on that each time you see a butterfly, and you will be blessed.
So anyway, for all practical purposes, do any of you know what kind of butterfly we have here?