04/04/09 Weekend Grif.Net – Obstacles

04/04/09 Weekend Grif.Net – Obstacles

“Walking down a path through some woods, I saw a water puddle ahead on the
path. I angled my direction to go around it on the part of the path that
wasn’t covered by water and mud. As I reached the puddle, I was suddenly

“Yet I did nothing for the attack was so unpredictable and from a source so
totally unexpected. I was startled as well as unhurt, despite having been
struck four or five times already. I backed up a foot and my attacker
stopped attacking me. Instead of attacking more, he hovered in the air on
graceful butterfly wings in front of me. Had I been hurt I wouldn’t have
found it amusing, but I was unhurt, it was funny, and I was laughing. After
all, I was being attacked by a butterfly!

“Having stopped laughing, I took a step forward. My attacker rushed me
again. He rammed me in the chest with his head and body, striking me over
and over again with all his might, still to no avail. For a second time, I
retreated a step while my attacker relented in his attack.

“Yet again, I tried moving forward. My attacker charged me again. I was
rammed in the chest over and over again. I wasn’t sure what to do, other
than to retreat a third time. After all, it’s just not everyday that one is
attacked by a “killer” butterfly. This time, though, I stepped back several
paces to look the situation over. My attacker moved back as well to land on
the ground. That’s when I discovered why my attacker was charging me only
moments earlier.

“He had a mate and she was dying. She was beside the puddle where he landed.
Sitting close beside her, he opened and closed his wings as if to fan her. I
could only admire the love and courage of that butterfly in his concern for
his mate. He had taken it upon himself to attack me for his mate’s sake,
even though she was clearly dying and I was so large. He did so just to give
her those extra few precious moments of life, should I have been careless
enough to step on her.

“Now I knew why and what he was fighting for. There was really only one
option left for me. I carefully made my way around the puddle to the other
side of the path, though it was only inches wide and extremely muddy. His
courage in attacking something thousands of times larger and heavier than
himself just for his mate’s safety justified it. I couldn’t do anything
other than reward him by walking on the more difficult side of the puddle.
He had truly earned those moments to be with her, undisturbed. I left them
in peace for those last few moments, cleaning the mud from my boots when I
later reached my car.

“Since then, I’ve always tried to remember the courage of that butterfly
whenever I see huge obstacles facing me. I use that butterfly’s courage as
an inspiration and to remind myself that good things are worth fighting

Dr Bob Griffin
“Jesus knows me, this I love”