Bees in My Bonnet

 It has been over a week since my Mom took her last breath on this earth and her first one in Glory. As if the grief of my life has not filled my cup to the brim, God seems to step in and say, 'Your cup is bigger than you knew...' I don't know if this thought is supposed to be encouraging or what. Maybe more of the 'what' in my case. And maybe God doesn't say that at all. Maybe that is my mind playing tricks on me. How does one actually  hear from God? I will not presume to answer this question, though it can be explored through the pages of Holy Writ (which I hold to be the Holy Bible). Beyond that, we do have historical church figures who give us perspective based on their own reading of Scripture and a lifetime of following after Jesus, albeit, imperfectly. I wonder if anyone will come along after me on their journey of faith and take clues from my experience? No matter, I will journey just the same. Not for their sake, but for mine. (Call me ego-centric if y

‘Are you listening?’  Oh yes, I am. ‘What do you hear?’  I hear nothing. ‘Listen harder.’ Okay, I hear the birds. ‘What do they say?’ Whatever is in them to say - This is their song. They call, they wait, They listen for a response. Such curious little creatures, Free to fly, driven by hunger, They know the way to find food, warmth, a partner. They live dependent, simple, uncomplicated. They have all they need. ‘Do you hear their song?’  Yes; they have a voice.  They open their mouths - they find food for their bellies, And voice a song. ‘Where does that song come from?’  You made them to sing, I suppose. You gave them their voice, so they sing. ‘What has happened to your voice?’ I am not like the birds, O Lord. My voice got trapped, stuck within. I am not simple, Trusting, uncomplicated.  I have no wings to fly. “Oh for the wings of a dove - far away would I roam. In the wilderness build me a nest, And remain there forever at rest…” I hear this song deep within me. I feel in good comp