This spring, my daughters and I planted milkweed seeds and hoped we might see Monarch butterflies. We were rewarded a few weeks ago with four little gold and black striped monarch caterpillars munching on our plants outside. In their habitat inside our home, we protected them from predators, provided an unlimited food source, and watched with fascination as they grew and transformed into butterflies.

Hint: “Common Milkweed” (Asclepias syriaca) is the type of milkweed we planted. The monarch butterflies lay eggs on this leafy, green plant with pink blooms, and their young caterpillars rely on milkweed as their only food source.

As the girls and I spent a considerable amount of time observing the habitat of our tiny guests, I was continually reminded and thankful that our God watches over us. Have you ever felt in awe to be the recipient of His love and care? Have you ever wondered how close He really is to those who love Him?

King David wrote Psalm 139 and addresses this beautifully:

You have searched me, Lord, and you know me.

You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely.

You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,” even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you.

If only you, God, would slay the wicked!  Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty! They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name. Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord, and abhor those who are in rebellion against you? I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies.

Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

I’m thankful for simple moments in life that remind us of His great love for us.

I hope you have a blessed week in Him, finding reflections in His creation of His love for you, and find ways to share them with those around you!