Learn To Let Go

Learn to Let Go!

By Kevin Molloy

I have always found women to be more interested in spiritual things than men were. Yet men always seemed to get the recognition of being deep thinkers and more powerful preachers. Perhaps it is our culture and society’s predisposition against women.

I would like to right that wrong right now by telling a story that was told to me by a very reputable source. My mother was the kind of woman who loved to tell others about what God was doing in everybody’s life including her own. This is her story about …the Bees!

It all happened one day as momma woke up she heard the alarm clock command her to get out of bed and she reluctantly reached over to hit the snooze button for just …five more minutes then she would get her coffee for the morning.

As sleep disappeared from her brain she thought that she had accidentally left the television on.

“What was that noise?” she thought.

Groggily she left the bedroom in her duster that she wore to bed every night, and whistled a happy secular tune called the “Twelfth of Never,” only this time she thought about Jesus Christ as her love. Momma had her ways and changing the lyrics of secular tunes and replacing them with Christian Lyrics was one of her favorite habits.

There it was again! She thought to herself.

“It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen,” she told herself.

As she stepped closer to the kitchen the sound of busy humming bees loudly resounded in her ears. She thought that maybe they were outside …but…they sounded so close. The next thing she knew was a sight so incredible that she hardly believed her eyes!

The entire kitchen was full of swarming honeybees!

Everywhere she looked there were thousands of small pockets of yellow and black insects based around her double kitchen sink busily doing their thing. Swarming all over her coffee cup that she had left out the night before thinking she would get to it the next morning.

This woke her up now and she thought of crying out for help but they seemed to congregate around her kitchen faucet and were moving all around that part of the kitchen and did not leaver that area. She was thankful about that, but fear, however, crept in like an invading cancer cell.

There were literally thousands of them; not that she was counting them of course, but it seemed like a scene from a Hitchcock film.

Thoughts of the ten plagues of Egypt came into her mind as she marveled at their presence. They were staying around her sink and just being busy. She was thankful and said a prayer that she would be protected from this part of God’s creation.

All of a sudden she heard a small crash when one of her spoons came crashing down off its delicately balanced perch atop the coffee cup. Was her prayer causing her visitors to start moving and posing a threat to the rest of her house?

“No, they were still staying there,” she said to herself.

She tried to rebuke them in Jesus name, but that did not work. She definitely had a great difficulty now. She thought they would all drop dead and that this was a test of her faith. She was afraid of getting too close so she left the kitchen to regroup and think about her dilemma some more into the bedroom which also served as her office.

Momma wrote letters to prisoners far and wide all over this great country of ours. She told them how God moved in her life and advised her inmate friends on Godly issues when they asked for help. Momma had no money but everyone respected her “connection“ with her heavenly Father.

I know what I shall do I’ll plead the blood over them asking my heavenly Father to work a miracle. She then went out to the kitchen and proceeded to plead the blood over them.

That did not work either.

An hour had passed by then, and she was getting hungry.

She couldn’t prepare anything, because she feared being stung by her visitors the yellow jackets. They did not move towards her however, they were apparently intent upon that double kitchen sink.

Maybe she had spilled some honey, but then she remembered that she ran out of honey and had to go to the store that day. Towards lunch time she really was starting to feel hunger pains. She went down to get her mail and then as she brought her mail upstairs to her apartment she had a thought…

Little one…who protects you from the bees? Who takes care of you when you go to work at night from evil? Are you filled with desperation? I want you to turn from fear and let me work wonders in your life. This is a small thing. Have you noticed they are not flying all around you in the house?

Just then she thought about calling an exterminator for the bees and she thought she heard the voice of the lord saying to hear with a voice so soft …

“Fern learn to let go…let me handle it…trust me to do what is impossible for you to do.”

Up the stairs she climbed and the now familiar buzzing of the bees was nowhere to be heard. That was strange …now. She tried to shake off the bad feeling of the silence, but her thoughts were flying around her mind ferociously that the bees were going to attack the rest of the house.

Soon they would be all over the house. She pictured her body being carried out by the morticians stung thousands of times by the invaders that plagued her kitchen.

As she opened the door she breathed a small prayer of thanksgiving and repentance for her attitude of distrust in her Lord and in her Savior. As her hand gripped the doorknob she prayed …

Father,

Please forgive me for my lack of faith in you. I know that only you could allow these bees in here to bother me, and only you can drive them out of here. Please get rid of them for me as only you can do. Father it is stopping me from doing your prison ministry. The work you have called me unto is waiting for me; that one inmate needs help, and I want to encourage him while he is all alone in that cell.

In Jesus name,

Amen

An overwhelming sense of peace hit her as she Learned To Let Go And Let God give her a miracle. As she entered her house carrying her mail there was not a live bee to be found. Piled in heaps all over her kitchen sinks she saw them laying there…a testimony to the hand of the Lord.