Things that appear ugly and scary might really be conduits of
delight.
I'm watching plump bees zip from pink-purple flower to
pink-purple flower, hovering and circling in a muted dance.
Having just finished breakfast on an outdoor patio at a beautiful
resort, I hear only birds who join each other in song. Some tweet with low
voices and others emit high pitches.
The bees are far enough from me to evoke no fear in me this
quiet morning as they go about their work of gathering the raw ingredients for
honey.
The sweetness I will taste in future is a result of these dark
creatures, who are capable of stinging. And in different circumstances, they
would drive me to fear.
I marvel at the Creator who puts them here to remind me of
lilies in the field that neither toil nor spin, yet God provides for each one
of them.
And God provides for me.
