Here’s a little song I wrote... I like to sing it note for note, “Don’t worry... Bee happy.” I know, I know- Bobby McFerrin wrote a similar song back in 1988 but that was “Don’t worry BE happy.” Not, “Don’t worry BEE happy” because “don’t worry BEE happy” is my song. jk: )
If you’ve been following us here in Brazil over the last 2 and a half years you know that we’ve had our fair share of encounters with the winged terrors known as bees. If not, click HERE and you can read all about these demon possessed creatures with stingers that are here in Brazil (and there’s a short video as well).
Well, regrettably, I have to say that, “they’re back.” I was standing at the kitchen sink (trying to earn points with MJ by washing the dishes) when Robert yelled from the back porch, “Dad, there’s bees!” I looked up over the trees and there they were... a HUGE swarm of bees! There were literally thousands of them and they were coming our way! I yelled to the kids (who were outside playing), “run for the bunkhouse” and they immediately scrambled in and slammed the door. I frantically ran through the entire house trying to shut all the windows as thousands of bees descended upon us! It was insane. Why were they here?
Maryssa was upstairs in her bedroom yelling because they were coming into her room. As I ran into her room you could hear the sound of thousands of bees in the ceiling above her bed (again!). I pulled back the curtains to look outside and the massive swarm of bees were all swarming outside her window and going into the house (into the space between the roof and the ceiling). What were we gonna do?! We were all trapped inside our house with thousands of bees outside and they weren’t going anywhere- so it seemed. Here's a quick video of part of 'the swarm' that had surrounded our house.
As I was looking out the window, perplexed- Matthew was standing next to me taking pictures to commemorate yet another amazing event in our life. I was looking up at all the bees as they swarmed outside the window and I just softly said, “Lord, please just blow these things out of here.” And immediately a big wind started to blow! It was so strong that you could hear a whistling sound blowing through the crack between the window and the wall (where the window wasn’t correctly installed). And all the bees were literally being blown away! Say what?! Yep, The Lord literally blew them all away as soon as I prayed my little half-hearted prayer of desperation: ) It was awesome!
It’s weird. Because as soon as I heard all those bees buzzing in the ceiling I started going through the rolodex (outdated illustration, sorry. Do they even make rolodexes anymore?) in my mind. I told Matthew, “I guess we need to go get Rato again (that’s the little bee guy from last time).” Then Matthew said, “we just need to buy a bee suit.” Then I started to think about trying to find an exterminator in the city. And every other option raced through my mind in a matter of minutes. And as I reached the end of my mental rope I just asked God to do something and he did. It was awesome and amazing all rolled into a 30 second span of time.
It got me thinking though... how many opportunities to see God work on my behalf do I miss by always trying to handle stuff on my own? This was undeniably the hand of God that made this happen. As soon as the bees were gone the wind stopped. It was just a simple cry for help. I didn’t say, “in Jesus name” (which is obviously my go-to tag I use in my usual prayers, as it should be). I didn’t even say, “amen” at the end of my plea. I just asked Him to blow them out of there and immediately He did it. Wow. I’m still amazed.
I wonder how many other things that He’d help me with if I’d just turn to Him? What about you? How many things in your life would He intervene in- if you’d just ask Him? There’s only one way to find out, right?
Love Ya,
JIm
