Those of us
that have been very close to death begin to realize that death is
not exactly what we make it out to be on this side. On this side,
we are sad, distraught. We despair and tremble at the site of the
suffering soul that is passing away. For some of us that are led
to the edge of death because our bond to a loved one who is dying
is so strong learn that death is really birth. It is a beginning
not an end.
In a book I
read recently, the author paraphrased a womans description
of her daughters passing. The woman compared her daughters
gasping for breath to her own breathing as her daughter was being
born. I like this comparison. Should we perhaps change our view
of death? Is what we view as the struggle for life really just a
birthing process into heaven?
Those who can
accept this view learn that there are really two kinds of hope.
There is hope (with a lowercase h), which is when we hope that things
turn out the way we want them to. And there is HOPE (with caps),
which is when we accept that regardless of how things turn out that
is the way they were meant to be. With HOPE, we can continue to
live a life of joy because we have seen the light. We can even make
more light for others to follow.
HOPE is the
story of caterpillars and butterflies. Our sight is so limited.
I think we are often like the caterpillar that believes all we are
here for is to find and eat bitter green leaves. We continue in
this empty pursuit without making the connection that one day we
will be a butterfly who will enjoy the sweetest nectar, bask in
the sun, be a source of beauty; who will spread her wings and fly.
When the caterpillar
goes into the darkness of the cocoon, the story does not end. When
our loved ones pass away, the story does not end. When we fall into
the depths of despair and hopelessness, the story does not have
to end. Find HOPE, catch the light, become something beyond your
wildest dreams. Spread your wings and fly. You were really meant
to be a butterfly all along.
butterfly blessing is written in honor of Danny, Matthew, and Savannah
three beautiful children who have become/are becoming angels this
week. I surround their parents with love and peace. And I am sending
butterflies of HOPE their way!
is my Shepard, I shall not be in want.
me lie down in green pastures,
me beside quiet waters,
me in paths of righteousness
the valley of the shadow of death,
fear no evil,
are with me;
and your staff
a table before me
presence of my enemies.
my head with oil;
goodness and love will follow me
days of my life,
will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
helps us in our weakness. For we do not know how to pray, but the
Spirit itself makes intercession for us
and we know that all
things work together for good to those who love God.
A man once had
a dream that he was a butterfly. From that day on, he was never
quite certain that he was not a butterfly, dreaming that he was
a man. Unknown
Lord, help us
all see that we were meant for something so much grander than this
worldly existence. Help us learn to see death as something beautiful
and dignified. Just like we celebrate the birth of a new baby, help
us relate to the celebration that takes place in heaven when one
of us comes home. Help us learn to accept change and most of all
accept your eternal love. Amen