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Nothing confuses me more than the survival of the butterfly. They fly around with their beautiful colors, so easy for a predator to see. There delicate wings, one rip and they are grounded. They have no teeth, no claws to defend themselves. So tell me, how did they make it? How have they survived this long being so, vulnerable? I think ,through butterflies, God is showing us that it is okay to be delicate. You can survive being vulnerable. We do not have to always be hard and strong to make it in the world. We can be soft. We can be human. -to be a like butterfly j.j
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Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
to be like a butterfly
Nothing confuses me more than the survival of the butterfly. They fly around with their beautiful colors, so easy for a predator to see. There delicate wings, one rip and they are grounded. They have no teeth, no claws to defend themselves. So tell me, how did they make it? How have they survived this long being so, vulnerable? I think ,through butterflies, God is showing us that it is okay to be delicate. You can survive being vulnerable. We do not have to always be hard and strong to make it in the world. We can be soft. We can be human. -to be a like butterfly j.j
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20/F/America
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
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