Jenny’s Butterflies

Once there was a little flower, barely a bud. and then an angry wind plucked her far before her time. When she went to tell the other flowers. What happened to her, They automatically assumed she lied. So as the days went by the little flower, saw her petals fall off, and blow in the wind. The Angry wind. Once there was a flower, barely a teen. And she knew she didn’t belong where she was because she wasn’t growing. So she called to the sky. And she said will you take me? I’m broken. And I’m not beautiful, because the flowers. Tell me so every day. “ and the wind heard her cry. And the world seemed to triumph, Because the little flower was taught never to cry. So the trees came to her and held her from the wind. But the little flower curled up ready to die. She pulled so hard at her roots and she felt this immense pain and started to fly. And suddenly, she was not a flower anymore, but petals in the sky. So she flew around for what felt like 1000 years trying to find her tears trying to figure out if she was as ugly As everyone told her she was. And one day she finally settled to the ground. She felt the rain on her face. And the sun shines so bright. And she knew she was never a flower but a butterfly. And she saw that God had a plan for her. So she went away into a cocoon where nobody could hurt her.

And suddenly it didn’t matter when if the flowers threw stones, and suddenly the head flower the one who was supposed to be the head gardener, She stopped hearing her rotting words. So the butterfly went into her cocoon and stayed there for many years to one day somebody saw her colors because she was brave enough to let them know there was something there. She sang the song where before she was always told. “ Don’t be so loud. Don’t be so annoying, you stupid……” But she kept singing. And she couldn’t stop. And then something magical happened. Those wings of hers had colored she could see them so she wondered Why won’t you let me fly? Had she opened the window? Because she didn’t hear the voices in the wind. She heard a strong voice, a kind of voice and the sky, though it was dark, lightened just a bit. And the voice the only voice to be heard in the efflorescent sky with cotton candy clouds, said, “ Jenny you’ve learned everything you can learn here. My child I’m sorry you’re in so much pain. He said Jenny. “ Take your bag. Take your wings. And trust me. Take a chance for something great. “ For I am the Great I Am. “ And Jenny said Are you the one who showed me that I wasn’t just an ugly flower? “ but a butterfly? and he said gently You are my child. And the time has come to let your wings fly. You are my child and I will show you things that will make your heart sing. And she remembered painting with those angels getting her through so many things even when she wasn’t sure what was coming next. He never said it would be easy. He never said “I won’t ever challenge you. The world won’t lie to you. I said…. be free. “ So she flies now efflorescent wings! and she cries now because this butterfly Who thought she was a flower…. knows things.