When we arrived at our destination, we found a picnic table perfect for our family. Placed the sandwich fixings on the table and created a delicious mountain meal. (You know, the kind that would be a typical, boring meal at home, but in the "wild" tastes extraordinarily delicious.)
As I stood at the table watching my sweet Littles shoo various flying distractions away from their meal, a tattered black butterfly landed on my shirt, under my chin. We laughed. He moved over to Mr Toddlerwhisperer's shirt, so Mr T. placed the core of his peach on the handle of our cooler.
And that's where the butterfly stayed, even after the peach was knocked over, until every bit of sweet nectar was savored.
So, of course, we found the peach core and placed it on the table. No sooner than we did, our little butterfly friend found it too. He remained there for the rest of our lunch, and when we checked on him after our adventure hike, he was still there. You had to know, this was probably the best day of his short life.
Now, I don't know what tore his wing, and I don't know why he was so unafraid of this family of humans, but God knew that this sweet butterfly needed a special treat. And it was our pleasure to provide it for him.
New King James Version (NKJV)
17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.