The words to this poem came to me when I was in Atlanta, Georgia working a wholesale gift trade show at AmericasMart. I had launched an inspirational gift business, called Hidden Life. (What else?) At any rate, I knew nothing about business and was learning “on the fly” like most entrepreneurs. Besides all that, I was trying to recover from a few years of some heartbreaking circumstances. So, early one morning when I was reading the Word and seeking God’s face, I heard Him say . . .
There is hope in the struggle,
the pain you endure;
God is refining, making you pure.
In the midst of the darkness,
confusion and pain—
He touches with tenderness,
whispers your name.
Though you feel like a worm
in a cold, enclosed place;
Call on His Spirit to keep you safe.
Just when you feel you might
surely die-
the cocoon breaks open-
you emerge
a Butterfly.
© Janie Seltzer
And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
2 Corinthians 3:18 (NIV)