Butterflies

Summer breeze wisps over my skin. The sweet smell of lush pine. Small smudges of purple, orange, yellow, and blue play along my path. I am on a hike, alone, in the wilderness, experiencing a unique sense of bliss.
As I trek along this ethereal trail I ponder art experiments, ways to conduct them and other pleasant things. God has provided us with the best art, and therefore the best inspiration.
"He leads me beside quiet waters..."
As I walk I discover that I missed a turn on the trail. So I turn back and take the route down to the most tranquil stream I have experienced. I cross over the water by way of stones, then I experience something unique: whilst I am approaching many yellow and coco colored butterflies begin to rise up from the earth. I walk through them, surely this must be the type of quiet waters spoken of in Psalm 23.
"you prepare a table before me..."
Coincidently my destination for that day was table rock.
"In my fathers house there are many rooms... I am going there to prepare a place for you."
Just as he prepares a table for us, he also prepares space in heaven. If the beauties of the hike were so great, imagine how much better heaven will be.
"You know the way to the place where I am going."
We must follow Christ on the trek of life, through life's fields of poppies, mountains, cliffs, and quiet waters.