The Power Of Three

This is something that I am going to share with you - a tad long - but if you'd like to take a moment to read of a gift that I received, then please do so.

After my dear Jordan's death, a sweet friend of mine, by the name of Holly, called me one day. I met Holly through my blog and we have emailed each other on and off in the course of the last two, or so, years. She lives in Southern California and about five hours from where I live.

Holly shared this with me:

Two years ago she lost her beloved mother. They were very close and she loved her so much.

Her mother loved yellow butterflies. After her mother's passing, one day she was out in her garden. Now keep in mind that Holly has never before seen a yellow butterfly in her backyard till this very day. A yellow butterfly was following her around the garden for quite sometime as though it were saying, "Take note, I am here and you will not go without noticing me!" The butterfly continued to be her shadow whilst out in her yard. This went on for quite some time.

Holly called me about a month or so after Jordan's death (about a week before Easter) to see how I was doing. At that time she shared this story with me. After we said our goodbyes, I took Doogie and Fee out to our backyard to get some fresh air and also so they could go potty. Now this is the part that I want you to pay attention to.

NEVER before have I ever had YELLOW butterflies in my backyard. Never - and I am a gardener and pay very close attention to the critters that visit our yard. Hummingbirds, black bumble bees, dragonflies...Japanese beetles (eww ...ick..) ladybugs...just a few. But NEVER a yellow butterfly. So here we are - me, Doogs and Fee - just sitting out back and what can you imagine that we saw? Yes!!! Not one, not two, BUT THREE yellow butterflies!!!! These gorgeous little creatures were not flaunting around one at a time either. The butterflies were flying together - all as ONE - all THREE of them - attached together - flying together like a beautifully choreographed ballet - as ONE!!!!!!!!! Duhgall was trying his very best to snap at them to grasp them in his scotty jaws, so I frantically pulled him back. This beautiful trio were flitting about so effortlessly. I was sitting there in total amazement - just stunned at what I was looking at.

Remember this, I have never - in the 13 years I have lived here - EVER seen yellow butterflies in my yard. Orange, yes. Yellow, NO! Three together - NEVER!!!!

Some believe that the symbolism of a butterfly is this:

Here the butterfly beckons us to keep our faith as we undergo transitions in our lives. She understands that our toiling, fretting and anger are useless against the turning tides of nature – she asks us to recognize the same. In some cultures the butterfly is a symbol of the soul.

However, as a Christian, I believe that the three butterflies, flying together in perfect harmony, were something even better than that. Three as one. A perfect trio - our Father, His Son, and The Holy Spirit. I have shared with you before that The Holy Spirit has given me such peace in my most deepest of sorrow. I felt a warm flowing of feeling through my body as I sat holding my son's hand at our private viewing. I cried. I mourned. However, a moment of pure peace came upon me as though God was putting a blanket over me and saying, "Sister, I know your pain, however TRUST with me that your son, my child, is now with me. Safe in my arms. Happy at home."

Yes, I am going through some of my darkest and most saddest of days. Each day is filled with memories, thoughts and anguish. Never anger towards God. For I know that my son is in the most glorious of places - a place that Paul got just a mere glimpse of and was so flabbergasted to find the words to describe the utter JOY and BEAUTY of Heaven.

So just know this, my friends, me - your blog friend - has been given a gift (just like my dear friend, Holly) of reassurance - of hope - of comfort. You need to have your eyes wide open to recognize those little things that are, what Oprah calls, "Ahh HAA!" moments. Yes, they are real. Just rub the sleep from your eyes and pay attention.

That is all for now.

Little ramblings from a friend....someone who is just a plain and simple minded person. I LOVE the Lord and just praise Him for all he does for us!!!