|One was already in the crysalis, two others started hanging.|
They stayed in the crysalis for about a week. Then, a day before they emerge, the crysalis begins to shake back and forth. When they first are out, their wings are very small.
|Watching while they emerge.|
The butterflies hang and pump blood to their wings, until full size, and then they make their descent to the bottom of the habitat... so very fascinating.
We enjoyed watching them fly around the habitat for about a week and then decided to let them go.
Of course, the well worn, 2 Corinthians 5:17, "If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation." analogy, was demonstrated. How completely the worm changes! The gorgeous butterfly looks nothing like the non-attractive caterpillar. He also does nothing to precipitate the change. God directs the entire process. Just like when we come to faith in Christ, he begins to change us. Sometimes the person we become looks nothing like the person we were, and we are ever so much more beautiful! We don't decide to change and then give our lives to God, he takes us wherever we are and starts molding us to what he wants us to be. This quote sums it up:
I may not yet be the man I should be or the man, with Christ's help, that I someday will be -- but thank God I'm not the man I used to be! -- Martin Luther King, Jr.
|Such pretty colors.|
Once they change to butterflies, they release meconium, which looks like blood. It came through the bottom of the habitat and onto my tabletop, it was so much.
|You can see the meconium on the edge of the paper plate in the center.|
With wings growing, they began to hit the confines of the habitat and I decided it was time they had a bigger habitat. We took them out to our backyard, opened the top and expected them to quickly soar out of the enclosure. That didn't happen. They seemed happy to stay in their little comfort zone.
Why leave? They had food, all they had known, anyway. They couldn't imagine how much better it would be to get the food from a flower, rather than a sugar water soaked tissue. Or the freedom they missed to go anywhere they wanted.
Finally, Abbey decided to help them. She reached in and scooped one out.
|You have to look carefully, but you can see it in the middle.|
I've seen all of these tendencies in my own life. I've learned from the butterflies many lessons that I'll try to remember. I'll try to make Ephesians 3:20-21 my mantra:
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, 21 to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.
No matter how messy it looks, or scary it seems! The end is beautiful...just like the butterflies.