it is something that has "splashed" on you from someone or something else. To be honest with
you I rarely like those kind of days, regardless of where they come from.
I am reminded of the story of a little boy who saw something wiggling on a branch of his tree
one day. Upon closer inspection he discovered a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon. He
watched closely as a tiny, thin split appeared in the shell of the cocoon and then very slowly he
saw the first glimpse of the butterfly trying to escape.
  Minutes passed, but it seemed like hours to the little boy. He patiently waited and watched.
Ever so slowly the butterfly struggled through an opening that seemed far too small to fit
through. The boy found himself holding his breath to see if the bunerfly would make it, and
wondering how it could. But with amazement he finally witnessed the butterfly squeezing out
of his shell. The butterfly lingered for several moments, then carefully for the first time spread
his wings out wide, fluttered several times, and flew away.
  The boy stood in awe and wonder and then thought to himself 'I should have helped him.'
A few days later the boy spotted another cocoon and knew he could help. As the cocoon began
to shake and a tiny split began to form, the boy reached out and gently, without moving it from
the tree, and pried open the cocoon, relieving the butterfly of the struggle to be free. The
butterfly indeed popped out quickly, but just as quickly fell to the ground, foundered around for
a minute, and died.
  The boy went home and toid his father what had happened. His father sat down with him and
began to share with him. Part of the process of emerging/escaping from the cocoon is that as
the butterfly squeezes through the 'too small' opening is the pressure put on his body and wings
forces all the moisture out of his wings-it literally dries them out. The result is that when the
butterfly is free of the cocoon it only takes a moment or two for his wings to dry completely.
He will fan them several times, and take flight.
  The butterfly he had helped couldn't dry his wings, so he couldn't fly, so he couldn't live.
  God designed butterflies a specific way, and there are no shortcuts involved. They have
to struggle to be able to fly. They need to struggle to fly. And sometimes so do we. I
imagine that if butterflies could talk they would tell us that it was one of the hardest
experiences of their life-and one of the most important. Only by struggling to get off
the tree, and out of the cocoon, can they then fly around the tree, above the tree, and
beyond the tree. Butterflies aren't created to hang on a limb; they are created to fly.
  And so are you and I. Fight through the battles in your life-with faith, in faith, for
faith, and by faith. God wants you to be free and strong. God wants you to have the
victory, to be 'more than conquerors'. We love each and every one of you,

                                           May God Bless You, 

                                             Bro. Tom and Sue