More Butterfly Pics and Psalms of the Week

This little guy is so busy at work

that I doubt he knows I'm taking his picture.

As for you, you will have to stare hard and close to

really see him.

He's a little bit clearer here,

because

he's not completely up in the flower

Though he's even clearer, he's going to almost disappear again.

In the next photos he's fluttering in a frenzy.

He flew to one bud, then to another,

and then back to the first.

He'd be there seconds only,

then he'd flit between several more blooms,

until he would finally choose one.

Sometimes he'd do acrobatics in the air,

swooping away,

then circling back.

(My camera didn't catch those moments.)

The next series shows him working on the purple blossoms.

His actions are more obvious,

because he doesn't have to scootch into the blossom

to extract what he wants.

I thought about this little guy as I read my devotions

and particularly Psalms.

I thought about myself and the parallels

between this butterfly

and me.

I get absorbed in something to the point

that I can't focus on anything else.

I 'scootch' all up into the task

and not only do I lose sight of others,

but I seem to disappear from their sight too.

Is that good?  Is it bad? 

Can it even be labeled?

Should it be labeled?

Sometimes it seems to me that

the problem lies in the accomplished work

 not being obvious to others.

I can clean out some draws in the dining room,

pay bills,

file the paid bills,

sort through misc. papers,

organize school work,

etc.

and accomplish a lot.

But when I'm doing it,

the work isn't obvious

and unless you look through the drawers and files,

you can't see the end result.

Do you have those days when you've really worked,

but it doesn't show?

Other times I flit from task to task

and can't settle on one.

I'm in a tizzy and the day goes by

and I wonder where it went.

Do you have those kind of days?

Then there are the days where I'm visibly working.

Harder physical labor:

lifting boxes;

wrapping fragile items and tucking them safely away

in sturdy containers;

sorting, folding, and placing clothes neatly in big containers

 labeled spring and summer or fall and winter,

and stacking the containers under the basement steps.

There is also the filling of boxes for St. Vincent and Paul's thrift store;

and then

lugging other stuff to the big trash unit across the alley.

When I work in the basement, the difference is obvious.

I'm moving about,

working up a sweat,

creating neatness out of chaos.

This work is the butterfly's purple flower.

Anyone entering the basement can see my hands in motion,

can see me bend, lift, and bend down again.

They can see that the spaces between areas have widened

 and that organization has been established. 

But---

Is one job more important than the other?

Yet---

Don't we at times judge others by what's

obvious work to us?

Hmmmm.

Psalms/Scriptures of the Week:

From The Mother's Topical Bible ,

"Your Daily Schedule" chapter,

section "When You Feel Disorganized"----

Show my thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths.

Psalm 25:4

I will instruct thee and teach thee

in the way which thou shalt go:

I will guide thee with mine eye.

Psalm 32:8

The following aren't from Psalms,

but they're in the same section and are relevant:

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart;

and lean not unto thine own understanding.

In all they ways acknowledge him,

and he shall direct thy paths.

Proverbs 3:5,6

And thine ears shall hear a word behind thee,

saying, "This is the way, walk ye in it,

when ye turn to the right hand,

and when you turn to the left."

Isaiah 30:21

Blessings to you all!