It’s Bee Sting Time Here!

You’d think taking the clothes out of the dryer would be a simple and stress-free activity, wouldn’t you? Imagine this…you pull the clothes (or sheets, in this instance) out of the dryer. Although the basement is cool, they are warm and cozy. You pull them to you, in one soft armful.

And then something else comes out of the dryer and falls on the small rug in front of the washer and dryer. What could it be? You bend over to get a closer look…

It’s a bee and it’s not moving, so you innocently assume it’s dead. This assumption seems sensible, even though you don’t have a lot of bee knowledge buzzing about in your head.

I bent over to assess the bee. Yep. It sure looked dead. “Poor little thing,” I thought.

I reached into the waste basket and grabbed a used dryer sheet, thinking I would swaddle the little still, deceased bee in it and place it gently (with last bee rites!) in the waste basket.

Well, call me bee-wildered and bee-fuddled! Appearances can be deceptive!

THAT BEE WAS NOT DEAD! And ZING! He stung me right through that dryer sheet on the tip of my middle finger–even when I was being so gentle! A hot, burning pain seared through me–and I still had clothes to pull out and others in the washer to move into the dryer! (Thankfully, I am not allergic.)

I gathered up the sheets, burying my face in them and breathing in the wonderful smell of the wild geranium and lavender laundry detergent, and plopped them on the table behind me. Gingerly, I pulled the wet clothes out of the washer and tossed them in the dryer. Finally, I adjusted the temp and time and pressed “START. I was done–with the laundry, at least, but OUCH!!

Days are just like that sometimes, aren’t they? We try to do our best and give our best and speak our best, all reflecting Christ, and then–WHAP–we get stung.

A congested road.

An overloaded schedule.

An unreturned call.

A forgotten commitment.

An overwhelming circumstance.

An angry encounter.

An impatient boss.

A trying teacher.

A disloyal friend.

A distracted spouse.

A frazzled self.

Now, dear one, that’s just enough of that. But how do those interactions look from my perspective? OUCH! Pain AND tears! Had a day your perspective could use a new adjustment and “START” as well? Look with me in the 4th chapter of 2 Corinthians, verses 7-10.

“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.

We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed. Through suffering, our bodies continue to share in the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies.” (emphasis mine)

Rest assured, I am definitely not equating a little bee sting with everything Paul went through and, even more-so, the pain and separation Jesus experienced on the cross! It is definitely true, though, that Paul’s inspired words speak to my life; they dry my tears, bolster my heart, and refocus my perspective.

Circumstances that Satan would love to use to trip us up and nullify our witness do not have the power to do that on their own. (Remember 1 John 4:4? “Little children, you are from God and have overcome them, for He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world.”) And as 2 Corinthians 4:7-10 tells us, whatever our circumstances, it’s all about trusting God and showing Jesus.

Just as I buried my head in those warm, scented sheets, let’s bury those verses–and that thought–in our heads and in our hearts. 

Add to that, a great song. (Click on this link to hear a recent release: “Trust in You” by Lauren Daigle)

Now, BEE encouraged and carry on!


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