Observing the butterfly, I think about how marvelous and yet how simple their existence must be.

Butterflies are a marvel not because they've done anything in themselves that is particularly noble or praiseworthy, but in their existence and in their fluttering of wings they bring joy and beauty. They live for a short time with seemingly insignificant lives and matters that are too tiny to be counted. 

And how much higher is our creator to us than we are to butterflies.

Like these small bugs we are by design a showcase of God's creative work. Not because of anything we have done holding special worth, but by our being we declare the glory of God. We make up so many matters and worries out of trivialities that will soon pass away to things of eternal value.

And so as I momentarily find myself captive to the image of a very small and marvelous creature, I take pause to rest and even indulge in its simple beauty.

I will hope to live as a butterfly, making visible the goodness of God and trusting Him when my small matters feel too impossible to understand.