God’s Love Comes Softly From The Touch Of A Butterfly
This is a story of just how much we are loved and cared for by God. His love comes softly through the light touch of a butterfly.
We had a West Highland White Terrier. She was the cutest little dog, pure white with two black button eyes, and she was usually the center of attention. Murphee was a very playful little dog. Her favorite thing was chasing shadows, especially Butterflies, and if they got low enough she would also chase the butterfly. The other thing she liked to do was roll in the grass after it was mowed until she looked green. In the Summer we would have to go out pick her up and bring her into the house; she would
chase shadows for hours if you let her. Murphee also liked to chase cats, which was not a good idea especially because she was smaller than the cats, but she ruled the house even though she was smaller than all the other dogs and cats.
Murphee loved raw carrots. If you were at the sink cleaning carrots she knew it, and you would feel her cold little nose poking you on your calf for a carrot, and if that didn’t work, she would bark. She had one loud bark for a little dog.
When Murphee was nine she started to go into kidney failure, but she still chased her shadows, she lasted for nine months, but in June we had to have her put to sleep. This was so hard, because she was so much a part of our lives.
The weekend after we had Murphee put to sleep, I was out cleaning up the yard, crying and praying. Soon I became aware of a fluttering on the left side of my face, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a white butterfly with two blacks spots on it’s wing. It touched my cheek, flew straight up into the air, and disappeared!
God really does give butterfly kisses!
After this I felt the “Peace of God which passes all understanding” (Phillipians 4:7), because He cared enough about our sorrow to send a white butterfly with two black spots on it’s wing, to give a butterfly kiss, and to show just how much He does care about our sorrow. I think He does this all the time, but we are so caught up in expecting a big miracle that we miss the small ones. If we would slow down and pay attention, there are small miracles happening every day to get us through the rough spots, if we just become aware of what’s going on around us. Don’t always expect the parting of the Red Sea, sometimes your miracle comes in the form of a small white butterfly with two black spots on it’s wing. I will be forever grateful for this experience, because I feel there was a connection with God, and His peace which is hard to explain.
Rose M Hess
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