Just a few weeks ago, we pulled heavy frames from our hives, sliced away the wax and harvested fifteen bottles of liquid gold. It’s a modest harvest, but miraculous for first-year bee keepers. We’ve been enjoying the fruits of our bees’ labors on our toast, oatmeal and in a few batches of baklava, ever marveling that this sweet delicacy was produced by bugs in our backyard.
Raising bees requires a certain amount of faith– will they really produce? is our water source adequate? are they protected? will our neighbors hate us? are we crazy people?– and to glimpse success gave us joy.
Beekeeping Magazine quoted a beekeeper with one hundred hives, “From the honey we are getting every day, you would think our bees were gathering up all the nectar in the world, when really it is not a drop in the bucket compared with the amount of nectar there is provided. Nature is surely a lavish housekeeper! She spreads out tons and tons of nectar in her flowers for all creation to enjoy.” Mary, 1917
Sometimes my Heavenly Father’s affection seems elusive. My prayers bump against the ceiling and my heart aches. But in truth, God’s love is always there, abundant in every flower, every hymn, every sunset, every person. Like nectar, it has to be searched for and recognized, but it is always, always there.
How sweet are thy words unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to my mouth! Psalm 119:103 A harsh winter can make it arduous to find or taste nectar, but summer always comes again.
Our Heavenly Father is indeed, a lavish house keeper.
My son, eat thou honey, because it is good; and the honeycomb, which is sweet to thy taste. Proverbs 24:13
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