FLUTTERING ABOVE THE CREEK

I remember reading how King David heard sound of marching in the tops of the mulberry trees and took it as a signal to go out to battle.

Well, I never do anything big like that. I see movement on the top of reeds and know there's a bird or dragonfly there! Or I see irregular ripples in the brook and know there's either a carp or turtle underneath. (There used to be lots of crayfish too, but not anymore.)

The other day, I sensed fluttering above the creek and stopped dead in my tracks, stared hard. Could it be? Yes, the black butterfly that rarely holds still long enough for a photo seemed to be settling down at a place I call Corner Cove.

"Oh please don't run away," I found myself thinking; "Can I draw you? Please?" It looked so pretty on that island of green grass and tan soil. Sometimes I wonder if these living things purposely move around in places they know make them look beautiful--then I realize that's the way much of wildlife was made: beautiful. I just wish I could draw it that way. I was glad and grateful the butterfly would hold still to let me sketch it--probably stayed there for half an hour--when those things usually do not stay in one place longer than several seconds at a time.

David was a STRONG warrior who could fight and win battles, but my Heavenly Father sees--and blesses--weaker souls like me who need even butterflies to hold still for them.