The Saga of the Bees

Devotionals from Leslie Ludy and the Set Apart Girl Team

The Saga of the Bees

by Leslie Ludy | October 21, 2010

Yesterday was a glorious fall day, full of sunshine and leaves of red and gold. It inspired me to take Hudson and Harper to the local pumpkin patch, where they enthusiastically picked out 4 pumpkins – 2 big ones and 2 little ones. Hudson called them his “pumpkin family” and decorated them with goggly eyes, yarn (for hair) and cotton balls for ears and noses. Harper added her girly touch with some pink glitter-glue, randomly dispersed on each pumpkin. Now, the whole pumpkin family is gracing our back porch, and I have to say that the one the kids named “Mama” in honor of me is really quite lovely, despite being overly orange and round.

Before we made it home from the pumpkin farm, however, there was a bit of an adventure to be had. As I was loading the kids into their car seats a small group of bees made their way into our car. They were swarming around the kids faces, which were sticky with apple juice, and crawling around on an empty fruit bar wrapper lying between the seats. Both of the kids began screaming with fear, and even though I’m leery of bees myself, I had to remain the calm, responsible adult. “Don’t panic,” I told them firmly, even though inwardly I was squirming with unease as a bee hovered around my ear. I quickly pulled them out of their car seats and away from the car, which seemed to be attracting every bee within a two-mile radius. Though two or three bees were swarming around my purse, I managed to grab my phone out of the side pocket. I called Eric – my heroic knight – and asked him to come help us with the insect invasion. As soon as Hudson realized I was on the phone with his daddy, he began to yell, “Help Daddy! Save us from the bees!” He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that even though Mama wasn’t having much success in getting rid of the bees, Daddy would surely save the day.

As soon as Eric’s car pulled into the parking lot, both Hudson and Harper began applauding wildly. Their hero had arrived! Armed with a rolled-up newspaper, Eric went straight to work, swatting and shooing the bees out of our car. The kids and I cheered him on from a safe distance, and happily there were no stings suffered in the fray. Twenty minutes later, we were safely home in a bee-free car. Hudson told me, “Daddy is a good rescuer, because he knows how to kill bees.” His absolute confidence in his daddy’s ability to save him was an inspiration. It’s the way God desires us to have confidence in His ability to help and deliver us. Instead of sheepishly muttering a few prayers His way without any certainty He will answer, He longs for us to call upon His name, much the way Hudson called to his daddy, “Help! Save us from the bees!” And He desires us to believe, beyond and shadow of a doubt, in His ability to rescue us and save the day.

Psalm 62:7-8 says: “In God is my salvation and my glory; the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us.”

Whether the crisis is a swarm of bees, an attack of fear, struggles with sin, or any other problem, we have a strong, ready Rescuer, just waiting to deliver us when we call upon His name. Let us never cease to have the confidence and faith of a little child – and believe that our God is ready and able to save.*