We see them hanging from trees in silk sacks. We see them inching across our picnic tables. Honestly, we see them inching across a lot of places. They are usually green, about an inch in size and move about an inch at a time. In the real world, they are considered pests. They eat our shrubs and trees. They are careful not to leave a pattern to the damage they cause. This way, they are less likely to be blamed for it. In the winter, the inch worm lays about 50 or more eggs. They are left on tree limbs and thin branches in clusters until they hatch in the spring. Eventually, they emerge as...a moth.
Meet Inchy. Inchy lives in my world. He is a curious, friendly little caterpillar-like creature. He smiles as he nears the tiny door of the mushroom where his teeny BFF lives. "Yay," says Inchy breathing a sigh of relief "You are home."
Sometimes in life we feel so small next to the hopes and dreams we have. Everything looks insurmountable but then we make a wonderful discovery. We are not alone. We found someone to share our joys and triumphs with. We found someone who accepts us as we are. We are each different but true friends. We found a BFF. We smile. Life is good! Above is a colored pencil drawing of Inchy as seen in my world, of course. I call the drawing: "Behind this Door"
I thank God for the way he made you, distinct, special and unique. You were not made from a common mold.
- Erwin W. Lutzer
Meet Inchy. Inchy lives in my world. He is a curious, friendly little caterpillar-like creature. He smiles as he nears the tiny door of the mushroom where his teeny BFF lives. "Yay," says Inchy breathing a sigh of relief "You are home."
Sometimes in life we feel so small next to the hopes and dreams we have. Everything looks insurmountable but then we make a wonderful discovery. We are not alone. We found someone to share our joys and triumphs with. We found someone who accepts us as we are. We are each different but true friends. We found a BFF. We smile. Life is good! Above is a colored pencil drawing of Inchy as seen in my world, of course. I call the drawing: "Behind this Door"
I thank God for the way he made you, distinct, special and unique. You were not made from a common mold.
- Erwin W. Lutzer