A Tale of Two Hives.

A tale of two hives…..

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One hive was taken care of by  new beekeepers... the other by a Beekeeper.

All summer they collected their small bits and turned them into gold.

Come fall, they settled in for their upcoming season…. so much stored up.  Both hives very happy… very docile.  Threats came and went but they always continued.

As the leaves fell from the trees the beekeepers went out to inspect.  There was so much activity.  “So much zipping about,” thought the one beekeeper, “Surely they are just getting ready for winter and making a mad dash for all they can before it gets cold.”  So not to be forced to swat at the precious bees… the beekeeper went inside, leaving the bees to their own.

The Beekeeper went out and found the same thing happening with His hives.  But He knew the enemy was attacking… the wild and angry  were pillaging and ransacking.  No joy of their own they would steal it all from the docile ones.  He made sure the feral ones would loose… the docile ones did all they could, so confused at this attack by ones who looked like close family, they barely saw the Beekeeper  all the while protecting them.  They stayed alive…if not a bit tired from exerting so much energy.    They couldn’t always see Him right there …always protecting them… throwing a blanket of Grace over them so they could thrive.  They barely noticed as they buzzed about, but He stopped up the entrance so the enemy could not advance in a surge.  He knew they would be stronger and learn more by going through it all… and they were…. we are.

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Here we sit in January and as the snow falls on my empty little hives, I am warm and protected with a layer of leaders and community surrounding us.  We didn’t know any better when the feral bees attacked our hives and licked it clean.  We were supposed to close off the opening to one inch and throw a wet sheet over the hives.  It would have allowed our docile friendly bees to fight the feral angry bees off one by one instead of facing the whole crazy swarm.    So those bees are dead….sad.  However we loved raising bees and are already scheduled to pick up new bees…and more hives in a couple of months…yes! more hives. Told you we loved it!    Curiously enough as our bees were attacked… we went though a very similar experience (Oh wait! did you think we were just talking about bees?)  Thank God we have a better Keeper.  We now know to what extent we were protected.  There seems to be no honor among thieves…or feral bees.  He didn’t have to let us know all the ways we were protected… but He did, and our faith is stronger because of it.

So here we stand and we can look back to the , literal and seasonal, Fall and can see how He always had us.  It may not have been fun… and it was very confusing, but here we are with more than when we started out.  We can honestly take no credit for this….it was all Him…. He always had us even when we couldn’t see Him.

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