A Butterfly Princess was born on a Tuesday morning one early spring day. She had golden antennas like her King Papa and lavender wings like her Queen Mama. However, the princess’s parents were both shocked to see a splash of fervent scarlet like fiery flames across her lavender forewings.
The princess’s parents feared for their beautiful Butterfly Princess. They did not want the Swift Sparrow to see her scarlet flames and gulp her down. They pleaded with her never to fly, for they loved her more than their words could say. So she learned to keep her wings closed tight, and she hopped down the leafy vines, veiled from the day.
As the Butterfly Princess grew, she would hide behind large green leaves and watch the other butterflies flutter and glide. She longed to sense the warm sunrays glimmer along her golden antennas and feel the gentle breeze brush across her lavender wings. But instead her wings stayed tightly folded as she crawled down brown, broken branches of the trees, keeping watch for the Swift Sparrow.
One day as the Butterfly Princess crept along the crevices of the woodlands, she saw a shadow of something in the distance. It was the Swift Sparrow giving chase to his morning meal. He was smaller than the Butterfly Princess imagined, and he didn’t seem as fast as her parents foretold. After he flew away, she decided to unfurl her wings. They ached from being fastened so securely, and they longed to stretch out and flap against the push of the gentle gale.
The Butterfly Princess straightened and stared at the splash of fervent scarlet that flowed like fiery flames across her lavender forewings. She could not see them well in the darkness of the shade, so she edged to the end of the broken branch far from the concealing leaves. How exquisite these wings now seemed in the light of day, not hidden by the shadows of the trees.
Her gaze beheld the open meadow.
“What do you say, Wind? Will you guide my lavender forewings beyond the broken branches?”
“How about you, Sun? Will you light a path for my golden antennas into the open fields?”
Her golden antennas glinted in the sun’s rays and her wings quivered in the wind, and she could no longer resist the yearning to ascend above the horizon. She leapt into the air and circled the leaves that she once hid behind. She flew in the freedom of her glorious design, knowing that the wind would guide her and the sun would light her way.
King Papa saw his beautiful princess glide along the airy current, and Queen Mama flitted her lavender wings in awe of the beauty she beheld. The Swift Sparrow also gazed at Butterfly Princess, but he did not stir from his steepled nest. For he knew that he was no match for the fervent scarlet, fiery flames that radiated through the open air.
Butterfly Princess saw King Papa and Queen Mama, standing on a bowed branch on the top of the tallest tree. Her heart filled with joy, and she danced and flipped and waltzed and turned before landing gently next to them. King Papa’s head was lowered and a dewdrop slid down his golden antenna. Queen Mama’s lavender wings were folded and hanging sorrowfully to one side.
“What is wrong, Mama and Papa? Did you not see my fabulous flight? I soared in the sun and sliced through the breeze, and the Swift Sparrow failed to move a feather. The shadows no longer need shield me, and I can live beyond the broken branches. My golden antennas can shine in the sun, and my lavender wings can spread out and soar.”
King Papa lifted his golden antennas and Queen Mama stretched out her lavender wings.
“We are ashamed, our beautiful Butterfly Princess. All this time we tried to protect you from the Swift Sparrow, but instead we have hidden your beauty in the shadows of the woodlands. The fervent scarlet of your forewings racing through the sunlit morning was inspiring to perceive. We realize now what we thought was a limitation was actually splendor in disguise, for you stand out for all to see, giving glory to the Creator’s design.”
King Papa and Queen Mama hugged their beautiful Butterfly Princess, and stood silent as she sailed away. For the rest of their days, they stayed on the bowed branch on the top of the tallest tree waiting to see the fervent scarlet of fiery flames streak across the sky. Everyday, their Butterfly Princess would appear, soaring in the sun and slicing through the breeze, for she knew the wind would guide her and the sun would light her way.
~Dedicated to all God’s Children: Your limitations are actually God’s splendor in disguise.