7.27.2009
chosen
While sitting on my dad's patio way back in the days of yore, a Monarch Butterfly flitted in under the awning and sat his pretty orange and golden wings on my shoulder. I made a move to brush it away and my dad said DON'T. Why? I replied. I don't like bugs. No son, my dad said. That is not a bug. You have been blessed with a touch from God. You see son, the Monarch Butterfly is a messenger from God.
When it lands on you it is a sign that your soul is one that God has chosen.
Chosen?, I said. Chosen for what?
I don't know son. That's between you and him. The next time you talk to him, just ask. I'm sure he will tell you.
I never ask. I wonder what God wanted?
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About Me
- George S Batty
- So Cal, United States
- I am an apprentice writer of short stories and I also attempt a little poetry.
6 comments:
I loved your ending to this tale Old Griz, it made me smile. Even at midlife I often find myself wondering exactly what it was that God had planned for me. As it is, I am content with how life has unfolded.
thanks Sophie.. I am content but often wounder about some of my life decisions
What a great story...one thing I have learned is that you have no idea how many lives you have touched in a significant way just by going about your business...it isn't the sexy, adventurous stuff that we do that defines our life..it is the daily grind.But how we interact with others during the grind is what makes life so sweet and meaningful. Love your blog...
thanks Stacie..I agree about life.
I appreciate your comment and the time you spent
This is a lovely story. :-)
For a moment it was so real that i could see the butterfly slowly landing on the shoulders :) Nice piece and well written.
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