Video narration
I once watched a butterfly circle a garden, certain of where it wanted to land. It aimed for a bright red flower, again and again. But a sudden wind bent the stems, and the blossom closed. The butterfly hovered, as if confused. Then it drifted toward a plain green corner I would have ignored. There, hidden in the shade, a small patch of wildflowers was opening—fresh, sweet, untouched. The butterfly settled, and for a moment the whole garden felt quieter, safer. I thought about my own plans—how tightly I hold them, how sure I am they’re right. And I remembered a hard truth: sometimes God destroys your plans before your plans destroy you. Not to punish you, but to protect you… and to guide you to what you couldn’t see from where you were. If your path just changed, breathe. Trust the wind. Keep your wings open.