Are You a Caterpillar or a Butterfly?
~And Poem By Linda~
The caterpillar life is basically a selfish life of taking
for itself and its own needs.
It has no use but for its own ends,
which is feeding itself, it does not “give”
any good use to plant life but only “takes from” it.
This is correspondent to man's natural state.
There are many enemies to
a caterpillar -- predators -- and most have
no defense against them.
But then comes a state of transition,
as the caterpillar reaches a certain growth level
where he spins a cocoon and shuts
himself off from all -- a sort of "death" and total
inactivity to all outward perception;
no longer “taking from”,
and not yet “giving to” uses either.
Though he seems “dead” and thus “worthless”
he is not, for he is undergoing a complete
transformation of all that he is,
and will emerge a brand new and very
different creature than he was;
now suited to a new environment
and to giving use to all plant life.
No longer bound to the earth, earthy; he has
been given wings to fly into the heavenly realms,
and there sees, as it were,
everything below him that was;
and new purpose fills him, and joy and gladness in all things.
Where he was the ugliness of a worm,
his new adornment is wrought in many colors;
this state is correspondent to
the spiritual rebirth of a man, and as the resurrection
from the dead as a new and very different creature.
The caterpillar has no comprehension of the
transformation that his instinct will cause him to undergo.
And thus he does not expect it, nor wish for it.
He is consumed with the duty of
consuming, for this is the all of his life.
In the cocoon he does not mourn his past,
nor get excited for his future, but becomes,
as it were “dead” to all.
The butterfly has no remembrance of his past,
nor of what he once enjoyed,
nor has any desire to return there.
He is simply given to learning the all of things new;
things which challenge him to spread his wings and fly;
uses to perform which are delights unto him;
never more to remember his past condition or life any more.
Even as the caterpillar knows not what winged life
could be like from his caterpillar view of things,
nor can fallen man even vaguely imagine
the glorious changes his Creator has in store
for him as he fully commits his life and future into his
Creator's hands. For by complete sacrifice of all
one's self to be useful bodies or temples
for the habitation of His Spirit to work through,
thus having given all; yea, and his own life also,
his Creator can withhold nothing from one in
such creative obedience. Man is like a caterpillar in his natural,
who sees the need to know why he was created
and to know his Creator; so he enters his prayer
closet to commune with his Lord, which is like a
cocoon where the worm is transformed by that
amicable relationship into intimate knowledge
of friendship with his Redeemer until they are merged
as “one” in heart and mind. Then fallen man is transformed
and like a butterfly emerges a new creature, never again to be remembering or recalling his past life,
but only desiring to ascend into his new life in the heavens;
he spreads his wings and flies into a new world with new interest,
new perspectives and new horizons
to be explored and revealed within by the Lord Himself
as his guide, in that ascension unto his Creator.
Thus is the natural man set aside,
for be emerges with a new mind, a new heart,
and a new will that is in perfect agreement
with The Eternal; for he is now a spiritual man in desires,
hopes, and all the essentials of life;
he lives to glorify his Lord and to commune with Him,
and to feed upon His Truths being revealed as nourishment.
This is THE TRUE REBIRTH OF REGENERATION
promised to all who believe in Jesus Christ.
Consider It Well…a prophet known only to God
~^~From A Cocoon to Butterfly~^~
Dear Heavenly Father...
As my mind has been renewed by you
This transformation is really true
This earth is no longer my home
I grieve to think others of you are unknown
So many are clinging to this worldly life
When it is loaded with pain and strife
I chose to pick up my cross to bear
Dying out to this world and crafty snares
Looking to you for answers not mere man
Your word is in my heart as you hold my hand
I strive to get through to all to run home
Yet words just fall on deaf ears to some
The worst part is so many are family so long I've loved
They know me and seen what you've done from above
Yet they remain in a mindset going down a deadend street
I must cling to your words and believe truth will defeat
It sure is hard Daddy as I send up my prayers
But I am here for your purpose of love to share
Not one do you want to perish from eternal life
For upon the cross in full you paid the price
My eyes see from my heart how you must grieve
So many consumed of their own daily needs
Not even taking a glimpse to see you on the cross
Tortured and dying for no man to remain lost
Praises and honor for you are alive!!
What could I do without you walking by my side
Holding my hand and so ever near
Your love and your words I cherish down here
Oh how my heart leaps and does rejoice
Each time I hear your soft tender voice
For the closer I draw to you I hear
Words spoken with love and silent tears
By; Linda Begley straight from the Heart
I'd like to also share that I laid down to take
a nap on Sat. Feb.17,2007 and I dreamt I was
at my church and they were passing out
the communion plate of bread but instead
it was worms! Much to my surprise this startled
me when I awoke I decided to look in my dream book,
a few meanings were to this dream but I was given
that it meant spiritual growth and awareness.
Then I get this email today with a few others to confirm,
In the poem the holy spirit gave to me "Hearken Unto Me"
It said in one of the verses ...
I give you dreams as you sleep
for your soul on earth to keep
I just wanna praise The Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit
for the love they have enveloped me in!!
Be Still and listen,read his word and
fellowship with Him. He is so faithful!!
Jesus loves you and so do I...!!!
Lovingly In Christ; Linda
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