There wasn’t any way he could be out there other than flying. It looked like he was just bouncing around in the wind, enjoying the beautiful summer day out on the ocean, thinking what a great trip he was having. Problem was, he was heading further away from dry land. I watched him as he continued his journey and wondered if it would ever dawn on him that his decision to be miles away from land wasn’t really a good decision.
I’ve made choices like that in my life. Started out on some plan that seemed real good at the time, kept doing more of it, but forgot to count the cost until too late I finally realized - this was a bad decision.
I learned a lot from my mistakes, so I guess nothing is ever wasted. Nevertheless, I have a bad feeling the butterfly’s decision may not have a good ending.
Probably a lot of people felt that way about some of my decision over the years, yet I am still flying.
I am praying for the butterfly. Just Say’n.