Fire is a strange thing. It destroys, but it also purifies. It consumes, but it also creates. Gold does not fear fire, it welcomes it because only through fire does it become pure. But you? When life burns, when the heat of trials presses against your soul, do you see yourself as gold, or do you fear you will be reduced to ashes?

We are often taught that strength means always pushing forward, always fighting, always standing tall. But the strongest things in this world know when to pause. The river does not crash against the mountain in defiance, it flows around it. The tree does not fight the wind, it bends so it does not break.

And butterflies? They know something we often forget. They do not fight against the storm. When the rain begins to fall, they do not flap their wings in panic. They stop. They rest.

Because they understand something deep and unspoken: their wings were made to fly, not to battle the weight of raindrops. If they fight the storm, they will be torn apart. But if they wait, just wait, the sun will return, and they will soar again.

But we, in our restless hearts, resist the wisdom of nature. We fight when we should surrender. We refuse to rest, even when the storm is too strong. We push ourselves to keep moving, even when our souls beg for a pause. And in doing so, we forget that survival is not just about endurance, it is about knowing when to be still. It is about trusting that rest is not failure, that stopping is not weakness.

It is okay to rest during the storms of life. You’ll fly again when it’s over.

Because the storm does not last. But you do.

There is a season for endurance, and there is a season for stillness. The fire may rage around you, the rain may fall heavy, but neither will last forever.

The butterfly does not question the storm, it waits. And you? You do not have to fear the fire. You only have to trust that when it passes, you will still be standing. Stronger. Purer. Ready to rise. Ready to fly.