—“its glorious colors never developed.”
“Was it not Alfred Russel Wallace who tried to help an emperor-moth, and only harmed it by his ill-considered ministry?
He came upon the creature beating its wings and struggling wildly to force its passage through the narrow neck of its cocoon.
He admired its fine proportions, eight inches from the tip of one wing to the tip of the other, and thought it a pity that so handsome a creature should be subjected to so severe an ordeal. He therefore took out his lancet and slit the cocoon.
The moth came out at once; but its glorious colors never developed. The soaring wings never expanded. The indescribable hues and tints and shades that should have adorned them never appeared. The moth crept moodily about; drooped perceptibly; and presently died.
The furious struggle with the cocoon was Nature’s wise way of developing the splendid wings and of sending the vital fluids pulsing through the frame until every particle blushed with their beauty.
The naturalist had saved the little creature from the struggle, but had unintentionally ruined and slain it in the process.”
Furious struggles like the Emperor Moth, and like Alfred Russel Wallace, you too sometimes unintentionally ruin the work God is doing in your life of transforming you into the image of his son.
Remember the butterfly.