https://www.pslra.org/4zvbxxv6m A butterfly doesn’t start out beautiful. She starts out as a caterpillar, creeping and crawling on the ground. Then – if she doesn’t get eaten – she finds herself in the darkness of her cocoon. Only after several months of darkness does the butterfly immerge. Your time to fly will come, sweet sisters. You are in the darkness. But your time in the light, will come.
