New Life

 When the caterpillar looks to the butterfly does he see that he too will have a new life?

When the butterfly looks back does he knows where he comes from? Does he realize the old life has past away?

As a caterpillar we are limited. We can only crawl around searching for food and a place to sleep.

When we build a cocoon around us and wait on God we undergo a change. But through the trials of forcing open the cocoon, we allow God to give us the strength to fly, we have new life.

Yet there are people all around me who are dying. As I fly in the wonders of God grace I need to reach out to them and offer them new life.  Who will I reach today and tomorrow? Anyone God puts in my patch.