Killer Bees

by Sandy Kirby Quandt

I watered the shrubs in the front yard last week. A rather benign task, right? One would think so. Yet, apparently the Killer Bee that attacked my leg thought otherwise.

Man.

As far as I remember from the brief glance I caught of the thing as I flicked it off my leg, it was a thin, good-sized menacing monster with black and yellow stripes. A hornet.

The only positive I saw from the encounter is when I jerked away from the hornet, its stinger detached from its body, staying in my leg.

Hopefully, that killed the bee, but if not, at least it prevented multiple stings.

I’ve been stung by various types of bees throughout my life, but this one was the granddaddy of them all.

Trying not to be over dramatic, but I endured extreme, intense pain for more than twelve hours after the sting. (Cue violins. 😉 )

Fortunately, by the next morning, the pain subsided to the mere feeling of my leg having been slammed with a baseball bat.

Repeatedly.

The venom from the sting continued to course through my body, but its manifestation was not as severe as when first attacked.

While I pondered my predicament, I realized there are other Killer Bees in our lives that have nothing at all to do with the insect variety.

These are the Killer Bees of bitterness, backstabbing, betrayal, insult, slander, gossip, lies, personal attacks, exclusion, ridicule … and these attacks hurt just as surely as that hornet hurt my leg.

It takes time to recover from the pain of these bees, and the bruises they leave take even longer to heal.

The deliberate attacks of these Killer Bees are spiteful with the intent to inflict as much pain as possible. They maliciously spread their poisonous venom through our veins. Their toxins destroy and damage the core of our being.

It doesn’t matter one bit to the attacker whether a part of them is destroyed in the process of hurting us. They believe it is all worth it to inflict pain and damage.

I’ve looked at this from the point of view of the attacked; the one suffering from the awful sting, but we should also search our soul to see if we’ve been the one to spew venom.

And if so … stop.

There are remedies to counteract the physical poison of the insect Killer Bee stings.

There are also remedies to counteract the emotional poison of the human Killer Bee stings.

Draw close to God. Seek him in his Word. Speak and listen to him through prayer.

When attacked, we need to remember God’s love for us despite whatever venom-spewing toxin attacks us.

Most importantly, we need to remember: God’s opinion of us is all that matters.

And he thinks we’re pretty special.

Any experiences with Killer Bees, insect or human, you’d care to share?

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Stop being mean, bad-tempered, and angry. Quarreling, harsh words, and dislike of others should have no place in your lives.Instead, be kind to each other, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God has forgiven you because you belong to Christ. Ephesians 4:31 (TLB)

I wish you well.

Sandy

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Sunday Scriptures – Get Rid of the Bitterness

Isaiahby Sandy Kirby Quandt

We’ve heard the saying of how tea grows stronger the longer it steeps in hot water as a way to encourage us when we find ourselves in tough spots, knowing God is strengthening us through the process.

As someone who drinks strong tea made from loose jasmine tea leaves, I understand the analogy. I do love a cup of hot, strong, jasmine tea, and while I don’t enjoy being dunked in the boiling water of life’s trials, I understand the purpose.

The other day as I made myself a small pot of tea, I made a discovery. The custom for brewing tea leaves in a teapot is one teaspoon per cup, plus one for the pot. What I discovered while making this particular pot of tea is this. If I don’t pay attention, and I allow the loose tea to sit in my teapot of boiling water for too long before I remove them, those few teaspoons of leaves swell and take over the inside of the pot.

When left in the teapot to steep for too long, the tea leaves become cold and bitter. The once pleasant tasting tea is now undrinkable. There is nothing left to do but throw it out.

As is my way, my thoughts wandered, and I realized those bitter, swollen tea leaves were a lot like grudges. The longer we let them steep inside us, the colder and more bitter they become. They expand and take up room in our hearts, removing all the sweetness that should be there. There’s nothing to do with those grudges except to throw them out.

Just as I need to pay attention to how long I allow my tea to steep, we need to pay attention to how long we allow our hurts and grudges to fester. If we aren’t careful, they can become cold and bitter and swell to proportions that squeeze out everything that is good.

If you drink hot tea, do you have a preference? Tea bags or loose tea?

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Stop being bitter and angry and mad at others. Don’t yell at one another or curse each other or ever be rude. Ephesians 4:31 (CEV)

I wish you well.

Sandy

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