As I pulled into the automotive shop one early morning last week, I was drawn to a particularly beautiful Monarch butterfly laying on the ground as if ready to take flight. I got out of my car and squatted down to take a closer look and realized that it was upside down and dead. It was just too beautiful to be laying in vain in an auto shop parking lot. So I picked it up and put it in my car. I made a mental note to myself to bring it in to my house when I got home so its fragile wings wouldn’t disintegrate.
A few days went by and the butterfly still remained in my car. I kept thinking to myself, “Don’t forget to bring the butterfly in the house”, however it didn’t happen. But what did happen was quite serendipitous.
Yesterday I picked up a friend who was carpooling with me to Austin for an event. We were catching up on each other’s lives. She recently lost her teenage granddaughter to a battle with leukemia. She planned on honoring her granddaughter’s birthdate by ordering butterflies that she would set free that day. Not just any butterfly but Monarch butterflies…and then I realized that I still had the Monarch butterfly that I found in the car. I showed my friend the butterfly I had found a few days before and she was amazed at the coincidence. Now I know that I didn’t bring the butterfly in because it was meant for my friend (although I attributed it to laziness). It was a message from her granddaughter letting her know that she was with her in spirit. God does work in mysterious ways.
Never underestimate a gentle urging to do something. The smallest acts can often be the most extraordinary messages.