I went to a funeral today for the woman who was my children's minister at church growing up. She was an amazing woman. One of the things most people remembered about her was her love of butterflies. She collected them and had them all around her office. She said that we are like butterflies in that we are like icky worms until we accept Jesus's forgiveness and then his grace makes us beautiful.
He makes us butterflies.
He makes us butterflies.
