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The Webs of Life
Missey Butler
It's
beginning to feel a lot like Fall.
The
cool breezes of autumn cause us to reach for our favorite sweater, as we step
outdoors to take a brisk walk in the crisp, clean air.
The
smell of burning leaves always reminds me of my childhood, with thoughts of
flickering fireplaces and large mugs of hot chocolate, topped with a big ole
melting marshmallow.
Another
not so fond memory of autumns past, was one of me riding along on my bicycle,
minding my own business, when suddenly I would find myself plowing head-long,
face-first, into the middle of a large sticky spider web!
Oh,
how I hated that! With arms flailing and lips sputtering, I would attempt to
peel off the remnants of what used to be Madame Spider's abode as she would
have no other choice but to now come along for the ride, and I just knew that
her little eight-legged self was creeping along somewhere in the vicinity of my
shoulders.
For
some unknown reason, I have found myself very intrigued (again) with spider
webs.
I
happened to spot one the other morning as I was heading out for my usual
morning bike ride with my favorite Labrador companion, Champ.
It
was still dark and the moon was shining at just the right angle where I could
see the reflection of the silk woven web. I was amazed at how perfectly concentric
its design was.
A
few seconds later, I was stunned, as I witnessed a very large fluttering
butterfly come out of nowhere and rapidly plunge head-long into the center of
its web.
The
poor butterfly frantically began to struggle only to find itself being wrapped
tighter with each panicky movement.
I
instinctively lowered my bike and walked over and with both hands, reached in,
and as gently as I could, cupped my palms around her and slowly pulled her out.
I
released her into the moonlight and watched as she hastily flew away.
Immediately,
I thought of God's own hands and how they had lovingly reached down into my own
web of impending death.
I
recalled those web-like sticky fibers of sin that had wrapped themselves around
my mind and heart so tightly, just waiting for me to die a slow death.
I
desperately tried to free myself from the bondage of sin, but could not. He
came along at just the right moment and cupped his palms around me and set me
free.
Today,
I am that butterfly and I now soar in my new-found freedom, knowing full well
just what I have been rescued from.
I
rejoice in the liberty that He has given me by way of my salvation. The very
same palms that were nailed to a cruel cross, one day lovingly reached down
into my own web of sin and forever set me free.
Will
you allow Him to do the same for you? He understands how we so readily fall
prey to the enemy of our soul, and He longs to release us from the entanglement
of sin.
Stop
trying to release yourself, and let Him reach down and set you free.
It
is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let
yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery (Galations 5:1).
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Missey Butler
is a freelance writer and contributor to CBN.com.
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