When we face difficult situations we blame it on life.i want to ask a question, when life mistreats you, hope helps you move on right?…yes. But when love mistreats you, what helps you move on?
We all need love, we all should show love,but how many of us get the maximum percentage of love needed to sustain us.I am a great lover, but a less receiver, reasons being that i have probably not found the best provider of the percentage of love i want .Notwithstanding the best love ever you can get from the almighty,he gives this in abundance and that’s why we are at peace with him.
With this, we can conclude that love brings peace. As i was growing up, i had the most peaceful life until i tried to have better peace but ruined everything.I have opened the door that leads to a special kind of love at first it seems i had just opened a box full of butterfly preparing its feathers to explore the world.I liked the feeling i never wanted it to stop, i was being careful with the butterflies, i really dint want them out of the box because i was scared they might get hurt.
My butterflies were safe until they sighted a flower wow! they said, they sought permission to stare at the flower … i objected but not for long .The flower came itself and sought permission to help keep my butterflies safe, i asked life if it was ok, life said yes that we all need a protector, i asked peace, peace said”of course it’s your priority to be safe.
I was convinced and allowed my butterflies go with the flower… it was an awesome experience the second best protection after the one from the almighty.Years passed i still liked the whole experiences.
A peril day came, my butterflies came running to me saying ” owner we wanna come back” i responded “but you are having fun aren’t u?”. My butterflies couldn’t explain to me what was going on because i couldn’t even understand the few they had explained.
And yes! the deal day came, i was still longing for more exploration when my butterflies came to me again with the news that the flower had withered, i was in a state of delimma i didn’t know what to do … i went to life, life directed me to hope, i went to peace, peace pointed to the heavens… and yes!! i ran to the heavens where my help comes from.
The big question is,, IF YOU WHERE ME WOULD YOU EVER LET YOUR BUTTERFLIES OUT AGAIN???
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