Soon I leave YWAM Minneapolis. I have felt the differences of seasons in my time here just as clear as the seasons change in Minnesota. But now I sense the season of the butterfly upon me. Let me explain.
Something in my spirit said, I’m coming with you, butterflies. And so I am. As I prepare to leave, I see the beauty of the chrysalis I am in. It’s lovely here in Minnesota, at YWAM Minneapolis. The leaves will soon change, my favorite time of year here, but something within me is being birthed. In this place I have taken steps of faith – crawling as a caterpillar into new adventures such as South Africa and Thailand and walking through loss and grief tight within my cocoon. It has been good. But the movement stirs within me, the green outer layer becomes transparent, and the butterfly within needs to be set free. It’s time for the adult in me to fly south. It’s time to gain the timeless truth every adult should gain. Then, I will make my next journey – God knows if it will be north, south, east or west. But what I do know is this: the calling will be a life-long journey to birth new life.
Yes, it will always be a mystery to us how the butterflies know where to fly and when to return. But such is the life I have been called to. Because the butterfly and me? Yes, we have the same Creator.