Surrounded by Bees

BeesIt was an odd day. Actually, it started the day before when I fell down the stairs and twisted both ankles. Thankfully, there was no residual pain. That night, I was walking out of a room in the dark and slammed my little toe into the edge of a door. So painful. Unable to sleep, I took some pain pills but the next day half of my foot was black and blue and swollen.

I got up earlier than usual as a new Bible study was starting. This study is cancelled if school is cancelled. First, there was a two hour delay, then cancelled. Disappointment.

So, I called my prayer partner to come over and pray. We would redeem the time. We had to end by noon because I had bridge that afternoon. I drove to bridge but no one was there. Strange, I thought. So I phoned a member of the club but no answer. I felt like I was in a parallel universe. Where was everyone? Thinking I had the wrong address, I went home and no, I had gone to the right house. I drove back. No one was home. I called my friend’s husband who looked on the calendar and said, “There’s no bridge on the calendar for today, but wait…there is for next Monday.” I was a week early.

Do you ever have a day when you feel you’re surrounded by bees? Sometimes, isn’t it the little inconveniences of life that drive us crazy? I was reading Ps. 118 when two verses popped out. Ps. 118:12-13 “They surrounded me like bees; They were extinguished as a fire of thorns; In the name of the Lord, I will surely cut them off. You pushed me violently so that I was falling, But the Lord helped me.”

Could it be spiritual warfare? Smashing into a door, disappointment, confusion. Sunday, I had gone to the jail to minister to inmates again and another lady came to the Lord. Satan was not happy. Ground had been gained for the Kingdom of God. Hmmm…. But with prayer “the Lord helped me.”


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