A beautiful variegated fritillary. Released today to brave the rain and snow tomorrow. Either that or to become food for some other critter.

Which really begs the question, why did I bother to nurture this thing whose chances out there in the world are slim to nil? 'Cause, I don't know. I, too, am tasked with equally impossible things. I, too, sometimes crash and burn. But I am glad to have had the chance to crash and burn, and maybe there is something redeeming that will arise out of it, and maybe I only know that I cannot know what it is. Some days, the best I can do is to give God a chance. To let him into my life. To nurture a thing to its full potential and then release it into the teeth of a snowstorm. And then, wait to see what beauty He may work of it. Patiently. Expectantly.