The Creator's Butterfly

The Creator’s Butterfly 

By Katie Rinkliff

(Dedicated to all the lovely women with Turner Syndrome like me)

I want you to know, My love, 

My precious butterfly. 

That I have always loved you.

 I’ve seen every tear you've cried.

You are not a genetic accident, 

mishap, or mistake.

You are not some type of error 

that humans tend to make.

See, I knitted you together 

within your mother’s womb.

I designed every part of you 

as on a master’s loom. 

Because… 

You are created in My image, 

a reflection of My glory. 

I have not forgotten you.

I’m the Author of your story. 

When your body seems against you, 

and your fight is all but gone,

I will never leave you, 

and My arms are always strong. 

From medicines to hospitals 

and doctors day after day, 

I will be your comfort. 

All you have to do is pray. 

When you find yourself locked down in fear, 

and scenarios fill your head, 

Take them all and lay them down 

at my feet instead.

Anxiety can feel like torture. 

It is the devil’s greatest game. 

But I will hear your anguished cries 

calling out My Name. 

Because… 

You are created in My image, 

a reflection of My glory. 

I have not forgotten you.

I’m the Author of your story. 

You may not think you’re glamorous,

But you are the apple of My eye. 

Your beauty is transcendent: 

You don’t even have to try. 

Beloved, I know you mourn the loss 

of the children you cannot bare, 

But I will grant you countless ways 

to show the world your care.

So whether you have one, two, three, or four… 

Or maybe no children at all, 

I still designed your family. 

Take heart. Be glad. Stand tall. 

And know you are My masterpiece, 

A treasure I call “MINE”. 

There’s not one hair I do not know. 

I made you special by design. 

Because… 

You are created in My image, 

a reflection of My glory. 

I have not forgotten you.

I’m the Author of your story.