My mom would comment that the butterflies were her reminders from Jesus that she could keep going. This usually made me giggle, but then after she went home and I carried on alone I saw butterflies and they made me think of her. I guess that is a kind of divine power—transporting people across continents and oceans with the simple brush of a butterfly wing.
I’m a Beautiful Schmetterling
I’m a Beautiful Schmetterling
I’m a Beautiful Schmetterling
My mom would comment that the butterflies were her reminders from Jesus that she could keep going. This usually made me giggle, but then after she went home and I carried on alone I saw butterflies and they made me think of her. I guess that is a kind of divine power—transporting people across continents and oceans with the simple brush of a butterfly wing.