A church marquee close to my house has this quote on it.
"God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage."
A few days after I saw it I snapped this picture because it reminded me of those words.
Which in turn reminded me of this old story I heard years ago and was able to find on the internet.
So the man decided to help the butterfly, he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened!
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Which in turn again reminded me of this quote:
"That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger."