Catching Butterflies

On a recent trip we visited my son Joe and his family in Nebraska. Caleb, our grandson, walked up to me and asked, "Grandma, will you come into the back yard to catch butterflies". I hoped to spend some quality time with him alone, what a good opportunity. He raced off for his butterfly net and soon led me into his mother Julie's beautiful flower garden.

We visited while he swished his net from side to side. Beautiful butterflies flew in every direction. I was sure Caleb would have no problem catching one. But then the butterflies were gone to wherever butterflies hide from grandmothers and grandsons.

Then Caleb let out a yell, "Grandma I got one!" He cupped the net so his butterfly could not join the others. I said, "Let me see." Boy was I surprised! It wasn't a butterfly at all. Instead a moth wiggled in his little hands.  I said what every good, germ conscious grandma would say. "Caleb, Yuk! That's not a butterfly. It's a dirty moth." Caleb would hear none of it. Lacking no fear for moth fuzz he put the net right up to his face and said softly, "You sweet little mothy. I love you."

His kindness reminded me of Jesus' kindness to each of us. I think Jesus found a moth in me but he chose to see a butterfly. He forgave my ugliness and made me beautiful. Jesus offers this transforming miracle to anyone who believes.

But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.  Romans 5:8 (NKJV)