Something has happened that stuns everyone who enters our home.
A tiger swallowtail has hatched from one of the plants I brought in from outside. We've named him Tony the Tiger.
He is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. (Well, except for the pure white peacock that was strutting around our front yard a few months ago.) Tony is so quiet and peaceful and beautiful. He just sits in the sun fanning his wings. When I look at him I can't help but feel he's a physical representation of the Holy Spirit dwelling in my home. It's like he's saying, "I'm here. Don't be afraid, I'm with you." I know that sounds so wierd to some of you. But, I believe God cares so much about me that he'd do something just like this to comfort me during this difficult phase of my life.
Without going in to detail. My husband is now looking for a new job. For the first time in a long time, I'm not a pastor's wife. The first Sunday we visited a new church, I literally cried through the entire service. After the service my four year old asked me, "Why are you wet?"
It was only a few days later that we noticed Tony in our windowsill. I couldn't help but stop and marvel. It's January for crying out loud! But there he was. Suddenly the uncertainty of my future seemed bearable. If God can cause a butterfly to hatch out of season, surely He can take care of me. Tony has reminded me of God's promises. He has promised to "never leave me or forsake me." He's in control and I can trust Him.