First, before I start this journey with you about my little “Bee Happy” routine of late, I want to let you know, Bees themselves have little to do with this post, however I have to admit there is still a lot to we could learn from something so small as a honeybee.
Secondly, I confess to a somewhat compulsive adoration for alliteration. I apologize in advance.
Thirdly, I am already cracking myself up. I will not apologize for that… since we know laughter is good for the soul.
Are you ready for some serious psychological, spiritual and serendipitous support from my little section of the stratosphere? Yup…I went there. This is going to be a fun post, or you will hate my guts, but either way, it’s better than a poke in the eye. EGAD! Do not touch your face!
For the longest time you were a desert, dry, desolate, unforgiving… I wept and cried out for you but you could not see me, you did not hear me.
Carrying on with those you already knew, refusing the offerings of those unknown to you, rejecting gifts which could have satisfied many, beyond yourselves… still, you would not accept the presentation, finding offense in small things.
Parched, enslaved, blind you remained… But God made a way, despite your resistance, despite your thick-necked ways.
Though I grew weary, He did not. Though I gave up, He did not. Though I turned away, He did not. For He is faithful, and He has loved me unfailingly.
And He has brought you along paths you did not create but He Himself has forged them- because you would not see the unseen, and you needed to be taught how to love.