Hermie a common cartepillar

Hermie a common caterpillar
There once was a caterpillar named Hermie, who was in the midst of a perfect and healthy as I believe God. Hermie day came where a man named Max, who told him your name hello, and he said my name is Hermie. Hermie observe it and ask your flight, as the web you weave, Max replies that do nothing interesting with a laugh, so disappointed Hermie says ah, then you are nothing important and not do anything special like me. Hermie was a caterpillar that was not thought anything special for the non-flying, no running, no bite, but crept anything important to him. Hermie every day watched his friends, the butterflies as they flew, he saw the beauty of colors on their wings, he admired the butterflies, the fly always dreamed of flying like a butterfly, but it was a dream and nothing more, then while was both admiring the butterflies. But suddenly there appeared a Hermie friends, also a track but this was different was painted spots everywhere, Hermie not Hermie green was green. Hermie always asked and always describe him and said that he was a common caterpillar, and he always felt bad because he wanted to be like everyone else. So anything for him to be like everyone else trying to fly with leaves, painted with paint stains, but never stopped being Hermie that common caterpillar. One night, Hermie decides to talk to God and ask him because he was unusual, because God gave me something special he said. Every night he wondered the same thing and thought he was worthless, because there was nothing different. While a day admiring the fireflies by light, by his stripes Bees decides to ask God again, and God responds Hermie I still I have not finished, do not rush, but Hermie still wanted to be different, so to be everything, but God kept telling Hermie, I still do not do not worry I have finished my work in you, not over. God only thing he asked was that Hermie had a heart like his, but Hermie did not understand what God meant. Until one day Hermie stopped worrying about his physical appearance and began helping others to care for others, and began to be more kind and happy with what God gave him. One day he opened his eyes to wake up and when he realized he had a beautiful wings that could fly, had beautiful colors, and then God said, I have finished the work in you.
We often think that we are not special, but we can not be the same as others or do the same things only God has not finished the work in us is nothing more to wait sometime to finish it and we can fly like a butterfly.