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THE END RESULT MATTERS – HELP FOR THE HURTING

Stepping Stones Devotional

I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart;
I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.
Psalm 9:1

Embrace your metamorphosis. What happens as you deal with pain and suffering is much like the butterfly’s life cycle. While in its cocoon during its time of wait, a transformation from caterpillar to butterfly is taking place. The butterfly will never emerge if this process is interrupted. It takes time and a season of change though not observable since its metamorphosis is hidden from view by the fiber walls of its chrysalis.

When the time is right and the metamorphosis is complete, the butterfly must be left alone as it makes its exit from its hidden place to re-enter its environment. It must be left alone to dry it wings before taking its virgin flight. To interfere will bring harm to the butterfly, preventing it from becoming the beauty it was meant to be.

We, as well, must endure a time of being closeted within a private cocoon of God’s design. The transformation of our hidden life through the tempering of troubles and difficulties mixed with trust and spiritual refreshment is a process we must personally experience—alone—uninterrupted by human, well-meaning detractors. To deny ourselves this effort will abort our destiny’s end.

It becomes possible to see the true nature of the miracle of God’s grace. This is seen through our changed and transformed lives. Those times when a person emerges from the dark places to reenter the light. When our metamorphosis is complete, we will have become what we were always meant to be—a divine created soul with exquisite beauty and gentle graces of great worth and value to God and to fellow human-beings.

Do not resent the troubles or hard times.  They are the means to bring you into close fellowship with your Father God in the intimacy of relationship. It is where spiritual needs are met and faith is developed. It is your new beginning.
Praise God!

Dear Father God, so much I love Thee. You are the potter and I am the clay. Mold me into the shape you wish me to be that I may be used of Thee.

©N. L. Brumbaugh

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