I push against the walls of my self-made prison, desperate to be free. Nothing happens. I push again. Still, nothing. Thatís enough trying for today. Iím exhausted. Maybe things will be better tomorrow.
I open my eyes. Itís so dark in here. The darkness is unsettling, frightening. Before I got into this prison I could see fine. Everything was full of light. The colors I saw on my journeys were amazing. But now, all is as dark as the black rock I once climbed over. I had never seen anything so black, and now here I am enveloped in it. How will I ever get out of here? Pushing a little against the sides, I feel nothing. No yielding at all of the walls around me. I strain a little. The effort drains me. Iíll just rest for awhile. When I awake, who knows how much laterÖ I am startled to find Iím still in total darkness. Panic begins to rise within me. I try to calm myself down by thinking of the sights I saw beforeÖ beforeÖ this awful dark surrounded me. Why did I have to do this? Feeling defeated, I fall asleep.
Still dark. I feel like Iím suffocating. Never have I felt so alone. SoÖ trapped. Not much to sayÖ
Dark. Unrelenting darkÖ oh why? I am beginning to hate it in this jail. Sure, I made it, but I detest it. Iím still wondering why I ever made this prison.
I feel empty, alone, crippled.
Itís closing in. Pushing at me. I donít know how much more of this I can take. Iím panicking more often now. Is there any hope for my release?
Nothing has changed, so, I have nothing noteworthy to say.
Dark. Panic. Alone. Empty. Crippled.
I donít know how much longer I can take this agony. Would someone please help me?
Something is happening! I feel my self-made prison loosening around me. For the first time in days, I can move more freely. Whatís going on? Oh! This is exhilarating, yet frightening at the same time. Maybe I should stay here. I donít feel right. Iíve never felt this way before. OhÖ but the light. I see some light! For the first time in days, I actually see a glimpse of light. I have to see whatís out there.
I wiggle. I squirm. The self-made prison loosens even more. Oh! I can poke my head out nowÖ oh, wow. This is incredible.
Suddenly I burst free. What? I can fly? I was always envious when I saw the beautiful butterflies, because all I could do was scoot along on the ground. I look to my right. I look to my left. Oh my. I have beautiful wings. Just look at those colors!
Iím so worn out. I better rest on this leaf. My wings feel damp from the stickiness of my prison. I better let them dry out before I attempt any more flying.
I have been flying from flower to flower all day. The scents are intoxicating, the nectar luscious.
TheÖ joy, the freedom, the elationÖ wow! Everything is new and glorious and I canít get enough. Me, a butterfly. Who knew that I could enter into a prison of total darkness and emerge into the light so changed? From a creature making my way in life on my belly, to this? Floating on the breezes, basking in the sunlight. Remarkable. Truly remarkable. I lift my wings in praise to my Creator.
1 Corinthians 5:17 (MKJV) So that if any one is in Christ, that one is a new creature; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.
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