I was driving yesterday and I heard on the radio that there are over 20,000 species of butterflies in the world. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were talking about, but for whatever reason that statement caught my attention and I began to think about that some.
God, in all his majesty and perfection, when He created the world, decided to create 20,000 kinds of butterflies. In fact, according to some research that I did, He more than likely created so many more but we can not tell how many due to extinction, even in the last decade.
I started to think about butterflies. They are the only insect I am not afraid of. They are beautiful and graceful. When I see one, I stop and keep my eye on it for a while. I point it out to others around me.
If you look at butterflies, no matter the type, they are all different. Monarch butterflies, for instance, have the same colors, perhaps some of the same markings, but if you are able to look closely, no two are the same. There is color variation, they are different sizes and maybe have differnt lines or spots.
The beautiful thing is that God knows each by name. He took the time and created each line, each color, each spot for an insect whose average life span is one month.
And I have to think, He cares so much about creating a butterfly to be unique and perfect, he must care the same for me and for my family.
God doesn't make mistakes. He cares for every detail of my life. And not only did He create me to be unique and unlike anyone else in this vast world, He created my marriage to be unique. My love story is like no one else's in the world. My child is unique, he is like no one else in the world. My family is unique, they are like no one else's in the world.
What is considered a perfect butterfly? There is no such definition. God did not give us perfect for a reason.
Adam and Eve were perfect in mind, heart and they probably had perfect bodies, but they were unique. Different. Of course, once Eve ate the fruit, the rest of us were bound to a scale!
And after the fall, perfection was lost.
But God did not stop creating the unique. And I believe that every person is a unique individual who God has placed in my life for a reason.
God gave me my unique character and qualities for a reason. He allowed me to have imperfections, so that He could be glorified in restoring and renewing them. He created my marriage with all it's imperfections so that my husband and I could see that we can not do it alone, but HE can make it perfect and pure and lasting. He gave me my child, with all his imperfections so that I could learn patience, strength and pure love. He gave me my family, my mother, father, brother, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, all of them, with all their imperfections so I could learn to forgive, to be gentle and to encourage.
We can not deny that God is working. Always. Constantly.
He has created us so we can strive for righteousness and truth. He does not make mistakes, no matter the mistakes we make. In His eyes, with his gentle hand, everything can become perfected. Our marriages, our relationships, our children, even ourselves. It is a process, but He can bring us through it if we allow him to.
He doesn't give up.
And neither should we.