Butterfly Days

    It was a campaign season, and I was having a great time working for Delegate Dave LaRock. Going door-to-door, getting chewed out by voters here and there, reminding people to vote for the delegate…feeling embarrassed by the holes in the toes of my once beautiful sneakers. I had spent way too much on them once upon a time, and now they were old, worn out, and gave me a clear view of my socks.         The problem was, I didn’t have the money to just go and buy another pair of sneakers. I wasn’t working full time, and my budget was not looking good! I thought maybe I could spend $10 or $15, at the most. I also knew that my feet were only happy in Nikes. Every other brand I had tried hurt or was just plain uncomfortable.         Well, I want you to know, I had a lot of faith! I prayed and asked the Lord to help me find Nikes for $10 or $15. I thought possibly I might be able to find them at Ross or Marshall’s, but if I did, it ...

    “Gabriela!” the deep voice on the other end of the line said. I paused for a second. Was this the voice of my friend? I didn’t remember it being so deep! Well, I hadn’t seen him for five long years. He must’ve changed a little, in all that time. I had missed him, prayed for him, cried for him, and now here he was on the other end of the phone! We chit-chatted about little things. All too soon, it was over. He said he didn’t want to take up any more of my time. My heart hurt. Would I ever hear his voice again?      I roamed around the campground where I was staying, feeling lost and lonely. Eleven minutes! The whole call had lasted only eleven minutes. “Lord, it wasn’t enough for me!” I said. Clear as day, God’s still, small voice answered, “It’s not enough for Me, either.”     In that moment, I knew. Jesus is not just a friend; He’s in love with me! He wants to be with me all day, and so often I only have a few minutes for Him.      ...