Last night on the roof terrace of the hotel my kids and I found a giant moth, and we carefully picked it up and played with it. After a couple of minutes, I tried to put it back down, but it refused, so I took it to the room to show my wife and the baby. The baby was terrified.
Today, my girl found a different, equally huge, drowned corpse of a moth. I was sad, and I placed it on the table to look at its beauty. Look back a minute later and the lifeless thing was moving! We stayed near it for another thirty minutes and then left it. Five hours later we came back, I halfway expecting to see a dead moth, but no, lol and behold it took off into the air, getting pummeled a bit by the wind, but definitely alive and well. I felt like Jesus was there in my daughter, resurrecting the moth.
Today, my girl found a different, equally huge, drowned corpse of a moth. I was sad, and I placed it on the table to look at its beauty. Look back a minute later and the lifeless thing was moving! We stayed near it for another thirty minutes and then left it. Five hours later we came back, I halfway expecting to see a dead moth, but no, lol and behold it took off into the air, getting pummeled a bit by the wind, but definitely alive and well. I felt like Jesus was there in my daughter, resurrecting the moth.
