Long ago we caught a monarch caterpillar and watched it become a chrysalis and then a butterfly. Our youngest daughter had been too small to understand, so for years we looked and prayed that we would find one. We never did.
Then, late one summer, we noticed a monarch chrysalis on our front porch. The day we left for vacation my youngest daughter watched it emerge.
Now, every time I see a monarch butterfly I remember God’s kindness.
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