Just me trying to be honest with God.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Dear Jesus, thou hast made the grave but a chrysalis.

“until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts…” 2Pt.1.19 NKJV

Who would believe, apart from seeing it, that the caterpillar is the beginning of the butterfly? Delicately woven in nature, by the kind wisdom of God, is the magic assurance of transformation, even the very promise that staggering beauty may rise from rotting flesh. His Easter morning is the promise of ours. He became that we might become--He the worm with us and we, winged beauty with Him. 10/2/2009 Conversations Within ts