The Conservatory where the butterflies are hatched is quite humid, warm, and filled with pungent smells of tropical fruit and flowers. It actually feels like a protected large greenhouse tent. We get to enjoy their beauty as they feed, rest, and flutter by. I enjoy going to see them so much, and long to be there more often, knowing they will be gone by the end of the month.
I know on a personal note, that my heart soars with the butterflies when I am right with God. It gives me great joy and stability to know that I have a place in His tent. My security is under His wings, and He is my forever dwelling place.
I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter
of your wings. Psalm 61:4
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