God, I think there's simply SO many things, so many wishes, so many hopes, so many dreams, so many wonderful things You have planned for each and every one of us. They are like birds flying around in the big blue sky, soaring high, soaring low. They are like butterflies fluttering and dancing around our heads.

Brings back to memory this sweet poem that I read in Sec 1.

Fly, white butterflies, out to sea,
Frail pale wings for the wind to try,
Small white wings that we scarce can see,
Fly!

Some fly light as a laugh of glee,
Some fly soft as a low long sigh;
All to the haven where each would be,
Fly!

—ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE

"All to the haven where each would be." Wow... if this is how God cares for little butterflies that "we scarce can see", how much more us, created so preciously in God's image?