FLY LITTLE BUTTERFLY, FLY (UPDATED WITH TITLE AND SCRIPTURE)

I'm fifty-eight today.
I was brought up in a certain generation 
where I was was taught not to lie
 (hitting a helpless little five-year-old was okay,
I suppose,
 just as long as you did it behind closed doors.
and kept it to yourself)  
Who would believe you anyway? 
Women were oppressed
and children were taught to keep their mouths shut unless they were spoken to first.
Keep it to yourself,
push it deep down down,
don't let anyone know what you're thinking,
because God isn't big enough to handle 
our doubts, 
our tears, 
or our fears.  
And whoever told you that hasn't even opened God's Word, 
otherwise they'd know 
that God created the world 
and everything in it.  
He is the beginning and the end.  
The Alpha and Omega.
And even though it's been 53 years, 
God has not forgotten the tears 
of that little five year old girl 
because she turned to 
Him when there was no one else
 in whom to turn.
There's more than enough room for all of us, 
the hurting, 
the beaten down, 
and the ones who are finally, freely ready to fly.
Fly, little butterfly, fly.

ECCLESIASTES 3:11-13

HE HAS MADE EVERYTHING BEAUTIFUL IN ITS TIME.  HE HAS ALSO SET ETERNITY IN THE HUMAN HEART; YET NO ONE CAN FATHOM WHAT GOD HAS DONE FROM BEGINNING TO END.

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