Praise Bee, to God

In the middle of a Manitoba winter, one day warmed to 13øC. I checked all three thermometers to believe it. Then I went outside. And I heard them buzzing. The bees were out flying around. I saw them drinking water. A bee doing what she is created to do, that is a bee praising God.

I have bees because I like honey. I also have fruit trees. Last year, I needed to prop up apple tree branches that were weighted down with a super abundance of apples; God’s bees and God’s apple trees praising God.

Earlier this winter, we had a wolverine in the yard, up a birch tree, growling at our dogs, who were overwhelmingly happy to come inside while that wolverine praised God from a tree branch. That wild animal makes the scariest praise sounds I ever heard.

For the past two days, snow, frost and stormy wind praised God with snow drifts higher than my pick-up. And praise God for the man who pulled me out of the ditch. I never met the man before. Who knows how the angels praise God?

With Manitoba roads you also find an occasional carcass. There you will find God’s scavengers. “God’s vacuums” as my one son calls them; ravens praising God, doing what they are created to do.

God, help us praise you. Amen. — BL

Contributed by Praise Bee, to God

In the middle of a Manitoba winter, one day warmed to 13øC. I checked all three thermometers to believe it. Then I went outside. And I heard them buzzing. The bees were out flying around. I saw them drinking water. A bee doing what she is created to do, that is a bee praising God. I have bees because I like honey. I also have fruit trees. Last year, I needed to prop up apple tree branches that were weighted down with a super abundance of apples; God's bees and God's apple trees praising God. Earlier this winter, we had a wolverine in the yard, up a birch tree, growling at our dogs, who were overwhelmingly happy to come inside while that wolverine praised God from a tree branch. That wild animal makes the scariest praise sounds I ever heard. For the past two days, snow, frost and stormy wind praised God with snow drifts higher than my pick-up. And praise God for the man who pulled me out of the ditch. I never met the man before. Who knows how the angels praise God? With Manitoba roads you also find an occasional carcass. There you will find God's scavengers. "God's vacuums" as my one son calls them; ravens praising God, doing what they are created to do.
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