Where are your wings?

I feel like I missed the memo on life...

Anyone else feel that way?
Can we miss out together?!!

I saw a dead caterpillar on the ground yesterday and despite how interesting it looked (not in a weird way!), it made me really sad. I then began to ponder the thought of how a butterfly grows it's wings and how the process works. And my conclusion thus far is simply that it takes rest. That's all the caterpillar does to become a butterfly... rest. I wonder if being a caterpillar is hard work? Hmm... I shall study more.

Not to compare this 100% to God and His ways, but if you know me at all you'll know that I'm obsessed with butterflies. When I lived in ATL for two years my bed was right up against a window which faced a garden. (Yes a garden in the middle of the city, I thought it was weird too). But anyway, every single time I looked out my window I saw a white butterfly and God would always remind me of my freedom in Him. Even know being back in KS I see white butterflies everywhere and it always brings me a smile. So, this is my prayer tonight...

God, please help me to rest.
For I need freedom.
Thankyou for promising this to us.
amen.