I've never noticed butterflies until now. I'm a pretty observant person as in I will tell you which earrings you wore with your last outfit, but I haven't noticed butterflies around me as much as I do lately. Sometimes, one will linger in front of my stopped car at a stoplight while floating across the street. It's as if it almost stops to stare at me.
The little birdie in Charlotte's garden left my tree. I think Bear may have scared her away. But when I take walks in the neighborhood, would you believe me if I told you that one follows me from rooftop to rooftop for part of the way? Not all - just a few houses - but it follows me and chirps the whole time. Enough to make one stop and wonder if you're crazy or really seeing something wonderful?
Sometimes I wonder, is it Charlotte? Is she smiling at me while nudging me in the right direction of "happy?" And often I ask, "is it you Charlotte?"
I'm fully aware of how this sounds and before Charlotte I never would have published this thought to the world, but now it seems irrelevant because if my God is giving me little pieces, I'm going to take them and RUN.
People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.
1 Samuel 16:7