Years back, at the time when I was really down, (I had been left just before marriage, was devastated, and had lost my direction and joy in life), I received a mysterious letter.
It came in a beige envelope with nothing on it but my handwritten name.
At first I thought it was some kind of new advertising and I nearly threw it away – I wasn't in the mood for reading letters anyway. But would they handwrite only my first name on it, and then manually throw it in my mailbox?
I will never forget the moment when I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter.
It was some kind of vintage-made paper, like an antique papyrus.
When I finally read it, I was so touched that tears ran out of my eyes.
I would like to share with you what was in that letter. Maybe you are in the same situation I was back then, and maybe it will give you some hope and relief as it gave me:
He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But, it had a swollen body, and small shriveled wings. He continued to watch the butterfly, because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It was never able to fly.
What he did not understand in his well intentioned kindness and haste, was that the restricting cocoon, and the struggle required to get through the tiny opening were God's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes, struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as we could have been, and we could never fly.
Later, I found out that it was my cousin who sent me this letter. She tried to cheer me up a little, which she certainly accomplished.
The author of this little story is anonymous, yet it can be found all around the internet.
It's a great short story, which should remind us that everything in life has its reason and purpose.
Sometimes it is necessary to go through difficult times in order to learn and grow. Often, it is not easy to realize this when you are in pain, but years later you will know that that certain event opened a door to a new path.
A new path of better understanding of yourself and others. Then you will know and be thankful for the struggle you had to go through, for you emerged from a caterpillar into a beautiful, lovable butterfly.