The tall forest of Douglas Fir trees provide a year-round canopy from wind, rain, and snow. Today, they made the park the perfect relief from the near 100 degree day.
Just a few feet from where I sat was an open space in the trees. The sun acted like a spotlight on the stage of green grass as a black and yellow butterfly entered the arena. It gently beat it wings and then would hover in the air, rising and falling on the barely perceptible breeze. Back and forth and around it flew, dancing alone on nature’s stage.
What does a butterfly think about all day? Does it wonder what it would be like as a cat? Does it wish it’s yellow wings were brighter colored or bigger? Does it worry about the weather tomorrow?
After about 10 minutes a second black and yellow butterfly came into the space. It seemed to zero-in on the already busy butterfly. The two danced around each other in close formation, flying straight up between the trees and then diving back toward the ground.
Were these insects friends, enjoying an afternoon waltz, or enemies trying to keep the stage clear of all competition? Was it a boy butterfly wooing his girlfriend or a female butterfly avoiding a relationship?
Since earliest times men have seen the earth and sky and all God made, and have known of His existence and great eternal power. So they will have no excuse when they stand before God at Judgment Day (Romans 1:20, TLB)