Aspirations

Sunflowers.
    Bright, yellow, reflections of the sun that gives them life.

Me.
    Dark, broken, a poor reflection of the Son that gave me life.

I want to be a sunflower.

Butterflies.
    Fragile and beautiful, they still fly in the wind.
        They aren't afraid of breaking.
        They were made to fly and so they do.

Me.
    Terrified of breaking, I neglect the purpose of my creation.
    I was made for joy but live in darkness.

I want to be a butterfly.

I want to praise God with my very existence.

I wouldn't crush a sunflower or destroy a butterfly.

    Why would I crush my own spirit?

        It has the potential to be just as beautiful.