Caterpillars; they spend all their life busy eating. Finding food, eating it, digesting it; a life’s work. Then retreat into their cocoon. A hidden, secret life.
We devour ideas like hungry caterpillars. Worry and fret. Constantly seeking more to fuel our over busy minds.
But we’ll never worry and fret ourselves into becoming a beautiful butterfly.
We need to stop, retreat. Lord, help us to let go, to rest in Thee, and accept the changes that we can prepare for but cannot bring about.