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The Exit from the Chrysalis
Finding FLOE Part 20
I was just getting comfortable.
Being undone, broken apart, put to sleep, and remade was rough, but then the peace settled in.
Like a swaddled baby rocking in the tree top, I stopped fighting and let myself relax.
It didn’t last. It couldn’t, and when I think about it, I wouldn’t want it to. Babies must grow up and butterflies must emerge.
Unlike the swaddled baby though it’s my job to get myself out of here.
I have asked God why he wouldn’t help me. I have screamed it, and he has shown me his answer so gently: Just like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, direct help from a higher power would not actually be beneficial, and could even be detrimental. So I have learned.
So also I have learned that he was not not helping me.
A man wishing to help a butterfly in the midst of emerging may shield it from the wind, hide it from predators, and ensure its wings are exposed to ample sunlight as they dry.
So too has my God done for me.
Begin the journey toward finding FLOE with part one.
