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The buzzing of bee thoughts…humming in the head…

prevent living the glory of the present moment…

with stings of future and past.

The soft gentle rain that hinders the bees’ busyness…

is the mist of fine grace received that quiets the hum…

when all I think, do, or say is brought to Him…

who is the honey of our peace.

“Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you.  Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid. ” John 14:27