searching for sleep

I truly believe that what matters in the end of this life is not how right or wrong you were. We are not measured by the amount of good we've done. Nor bad. No, what matters is how we treat others. How we wrap our arms around the dead and dying. How we lift loads and wipe brows and refuse to hurt each other.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

From Hope for the Flowers by Trina Paulus (thank you for sharing David)
"How does one become a butterfly?" she asked pensively.
"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."
"You mean to die?" asked Yellow, remembering the three who fell out of the sky.
"Yes and No," he answered.
"What looks like you will die but what's really you will still live. Life is changed, not taken away. Isn't that different from those who die without ever becoming butterflies?"

"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has gone, the new has come!" 2 Corinthians 5:17

1 Comments:

Blogger michelle said...

one of my favorite books. ever.

7:18 AM  

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