Spring was everywhere, and the sweet scent of lilac was in the air. As the little butterfly looked at her reflection in the water, she noticed the gray hairs on her head. The little butterfly remembered that all Jesus had asked of her was to stay close to Him and console Him in His loneliness. Jesus had drawn her to Himself in the Eucharist, totally transforming her life. How long ago it seemed!

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Victor began to notice a change in the little butterfly. She rarely left Our Lord in her adoration of the Blessed Sacrament. When she did leave, it was not to fly out the window to enjoy the beauty of the soft summer evenings or even to draw nourishment from the luscious flowers. Rather, when she left, it was to follow Father Shaun as he carried Our Lord in the Eucharist to the sick.

The little butterfly shuddered as she felt the chill of fall in the breeze that swayed the tree branch she sat upon. As a butterfly, she never liked the cold and she longed for the never ending warmth and love which she knew could never truly be found here on earth. Yes, earth was a cold place compared with the warmth of heaven.

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As the fall days grew shorter and shorter, the little butterfly knew that her time too was short. The time came when the little butterfly would not leave her Lord in the Eucharist. She stayed His constant companion. When she was not praying and speaking to her Jesus, she would just keep her eyes fixed upon Him. She loved Him so... Tears fell from her eyes and she would sigh with contentment just to be in His presence.

But the little butterfly's dear friends were not content at all. There was not one among them who could bear the thought of losing her. Victor and Albert begged her to spread her wings once more so that she could enjoy the beautiful woodland. But no sight was as beautiful to her as her dear Lord.