When I saw this tiny caterpillar, clothed in aversion to ward off its enemies, donning yellow spikes soft to the touch, I smiled at the weak splendor. Some survive long enough to become butterflies, but their camouflage is no guarantee of protection from their enemies. But as long as I was close...this one's predators were no threat. It may seem a silly illustration, but my self-defenses seem more vain than this caterpillars. I rather live with my vulnerability in God's protective care and unhindered Presence than be in charge of my own self-preservation.