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,
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,
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
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,
file the paid bills,
sort through misc. papers,
organize school work,
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:
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;
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.
Is one job more important than the other?
Don't we at times judge others by what's
obvious work to us?
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.
I will instruct thee and teach thee
in the way which thou shalt go:
I will guide thee with mine eye.
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.
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."
Blessings to you all!