The Bee & Me ~ Gentle Moments With God
What do you wish? Shall I come to you with a rod, or with love in a spirit of gentleness?
1 Corinthians 4:21 ESV
Again, my study on gentle/gentleness led me to a memory with a lesson tenderly tucked into it.
In October of 2016, I headed to the wildflower garden yearning for a gentle moment with God. Even though I’d been praying and singing and reading His Word, my heart remained desperate for a touch from Him. Life was hard and getting harder.
The blossoms, bird song, and breeze started to unwind the tight places in my spirit. I wandered, slowly still wanting more of Him.
The world at large yelled, argued, condemned, and at times screamed in disrespect. In some communities of believers, words had become weapons – rods of disapproval, shame, and hurt.
Mama and Jon’s folks were in Heaven, and Daddy was sick again. The sorrow ran deep.
In an attempt to protect my aching heart, I resisted caring about people and their circumstances the way I knew God wanted me to.
I wondered as I wandered if He was disappointed in me. Was my resistance sin and would it require disciplinary action on His part, and what would that look and feel like? I didn’t really believe He was going to get after me, but the thoughts came anyway. I was pretty sure I deserved His discipline.
Stopping on the path, I looked into the sky and prayed His response would be gentle – surely He knew my heart could only bear so much!
When I looked down, there she was, striped yellow and black with big eyes that seemed to be looking right at me. She was snuggled heart-height on an aster blossom.
At that moment, I felt the breeze but didn’t hear it moving through the garden because I was listening for a warning buzz that didn’t come. We continued to consider each other.
I smiled at her and said, “What a lovely bedroom you have, Ms. Bee.”
She didn’t move, and my initial delight faded a little. Had she fallen asleep on the blossom, and had it been her last sleep?
A thought crossed my mind. “Touch her.”
That sounded about as wise as starting a political argument on Facebook! But the thought came again, and I noticed it had a gentle feel to it.
Calm washed over my fear as I reached out my finger and stroked her back. She stretched out one of her legs and then seemed to wait. I stroked her back again, and she stretched the other leg. Again, she waited. On a roll, I rubbed again. This time she moved closer to me on the blossom. I talked to her and touched her before taking her picture.
Then she stretched her leg again and finally her wings before heading off into another day of pollinating.
I watched her go and knew I would miss her and that I loved her. And more than that, my heart was immersed in love for her Creator and mine.
I’m sure she had no idea what her beauty and those moments meant to me, but He did – the One who created the bee and me!
Until Next Time,
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