The Yellow Butterfly

This morning I walked out on to my back deck to watch my neighbor, Earl, tackle the leaves that have fallen on his grass yet again (he does this every day, and I have become obsessed with watching him). As I was looking (some would say spying), a yellow butterfly came out of nowhere and flew around me for about 30 seconds and left. A yellow butterfly - in December. I have wondered all day what that meant. I looked online, and one of the things I found is that it symbolizes rebirth and resurrection. Our family has had such a hard time the past couple of years as most of you know. I am hoping that it was God's way of letting me know the end is in sight. Whatever message it was meant to give me, it has given me hope.