Each year the children's ministry program at church orders caterpillars and goo to put in little cups and grow butterflies for release on Easter morning. Last year, my boss was gone on a family trip and I had to do the applesauce-oatmeal smelling goo in the cups and transfer the tiny squirming bugs into their cups...with no directions as to how to do it. This year she was in town and had a Sunday School class of kids to help her. Since Sunday, they have grown by leaps and bounds, some even have already settled to the top of the cups and have begun the chrysalis building process. My children have already decided to name them, all 30 of them. But then, um, so have 20 other kids have well. Butterflies with an identity crisis, twitching after being called 17 different names.
I always look forward to the excitement of Easter morning, for multiple reasons, but the butterflies put the icing on the cake. Little squirmy black things the size of a poppy seed that grow into beautiful, fragile butterflies. Just one of the many miracles God gives us at Easter. So neat to see.
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