A Caterpillar.

In my church home group we are studying a book called The Cure by John Lynch. It is basically a book on grace. Letting go of law and trying to please God, and allowing Him to rejoice in us fully exactly as we are. If you are like me, this concept is REALLY REALLY REALLY times a million more REALLY's hard to grasp. In my reading this week I came upon the most amazing analogy:


 "Consider the caterpillar. If we brought a caterpillar to a biologist and asked him to analyze it and describe its DNA, he would tell us, 'I know this looks like a caterpillar to you. But scientifically according to every test, according to its DNA, this is fully and completely a butterfly.' Wow! God has wired into a creature looking nothing like a butterfly a perfectly complete butterfly identity. And because the caterpillar is already a butterfly in essence, it will one day display the behavior and attributes of a butterfly. The caterpillar matures into what is already true about it. In the mean time, berating the caterpillar for not being more like a butterfly is not only futile, it will probably hurt its tiny ears."

Holy, Moses. God sees the monarch in me even though all I see is a fuzzy brown worm? I hope that one day I fully grasp and hold onto grace for what it really is.

Missed Connections

Walmart check out
You had goldfish and a pregnancy test
I noticed how beautiful you were
And then the scars
So many scars
And not the timid ones
Not the faint lines
That I bear now hidden
By time and tattoos
Raised
Flesh colored
Bulging
Lines
They must have been
So deep
I wonder if you
Look at them now
And see then
If your heart follows
Your eyes 
Do lovers trace
Fingers over them
Drawing those lines
Over and over again
Asking questions
But never looking
For answers
Do people stare
When you bare yourself
Making judgements
About how ridiculous
You must be
Must have been
Did you run out of room
Are your thighs
Marked
Heavy
Scarred
Weighed down
With open wounds
Still
Are you ashamed?