Still I Fly: Finding Purpose with a Broken Wing

This morning, as I stepped out of my house on my way to the gym, something stopped me in my tracks. A butterfly—delicate, beautiful, and clearly damaged—was fluttering among the flowers in my yard. One of its wings was broken. Torn. Missing a piece of its wing. But it was still flying.

That tiny creature, fragile yet determined, spoke straight to my heart.

You see, I walk with a cane now. During the pandemic, I had a stroke. Life changed in an instant. And sure, I could sit around and focus on what’s been taken from me—how things used to be, how I used to move. But watching that butterfly reminded me of a truth I’ve come to live by: I am still capable. I still have purpose. And I can still fly.

Yes, I walk differently now. But I walk. I move. I go to the gym. I laugh, I lift, I stretch, I create, I worship, and I live. That cane doesn’t define me—it supports me. And support doesn’t mean weakness; it means wisdom. It means I’m still in the game. It means God isn’t done with me yet.

Too often we focus on what’s broken, what’s changed, what we’ve lost. But when I shift my mindset and start from a place of gratitude, everything looks different. I don’t say, “Poor me.” I say, “Blessed me.” Because I am—deeply and richly.

I believe God allows certain things in our lives not to break us, but to build us. To humble us. To slow us down. To teach us. To refocus our eyes on Him and remind us that no matter how we feel about our own strength, He’s the one carrying us anyway.

That butterfly? It didn’t hide. It didn’t give up. It flew anyway—with a broken wing.

And so do I.

So if you’re reading this today and you’re walking with your own kind of limp—maybe not with a cane, but with a broken heart, a weary soul, or a life that looks different than what you imagined—I want you to hear this:

You are not disqualified. You are not done. And you are not alone.

Lean into the power of your mindset. Hold onto faith. And remember that even with a broken wing, God can lift you higher than you ever imagined.

Because purpose isn’t about perfection.
It’s about persistence.
And with God, even our limps become a part of the legacy we leave.

Still I fly.
Still you fly.
Let’s soar together.