Foto Friday . . .Don't worry

. . . {honey}, bee happy!

I did give you fair warning that you would most likely see more of these....

Bees...

To others it may just be a bee;

but I see a miraculous creature, with such incredible mastery and evidence of an awesome God.

And everyday they leave the hive on a mission, for the survival of each other.

Just. imagine. that.

I found this to be fascinating (source):

A forager bees job is to find a source of nectar and go back to the hive and inform

the other bees. When she gets back to the hive she lets the others taste a bit of the nectar

for it's quality. She then dances in the direction of the source of nectar and the position is explained

according to the position of the sun. But, the sun is continually moving and every four minutes the sun

moves one degree to the west. Now this is what blows my mind....the bees are able to take into account 

the suns movement and by the amount of vibrations the forager bee makes they can determine the distance

to the source and store just enough food for the journey there! 

 

"Unique among all God's creatures, only the honey bee improves the environment

and preys not on any other species."

- Royden Brown

I don't remember what kind of plant this was . . .

{Photo Art Friday, Foto Friday}

 . . . but check out the lavender pollen!

 Don't you think they look good in pink?!

{Shoot, submit, edit}

 

The theme this week for P52 is "eyes" of March - and what says Spring in March better than

the eyes of a bee getting drunk on nectar.

{P52 project}

Theirs isn't an adventure about where it ends, but the journey of now.

A sense of direction....and a purpose for survival....theirs AND ours.

God shows me patience through nature behind my lens . . . and I'm listening with my eyes.

Wishing you a biscuit and honey filled kind of weekend!

Love, Kim

XO

 

 

A Christmas miracle; the reason for the season

God chose to come be with us and sent his son to be born to a virgin in a stable . . . and his name was to be Jesus.

Everything about the birth of a child is a miracle in itself, let alone the birth of Jesus. His mother Mary is a virgin, who when visited by the angel Gabriel, told her that she would be the mother of the messiah. Joseph believes Mary and is also visited by an angel and tells him the baby will be called Jesus and he will save his people from their sins. And what about the shepherds that came to the stable the night of the birth and tell of their heavenly visit?

"Don't be afraid!" he said. "I bring you good news of great joy for everyone! The Savior-yes, the Messiah, the Lord-has been born tonight in Bethlehem, the city of David! And this is how you will recognize him: You will find a baby lying in a manger, wrapped snugly in strips of cloth!"

And then there is the star in the sky. A star so bright that the wise men of the east see it and know that it means that the King of the Jews has been born. By camel they travel far to see this child and bring with them gold and frankincense and myrrh. By following this star it has brought them to the exact place the child lays.

But the real miracle lies in the reason for the season; it's not about Christmas lights, or a tree, cookies or gifts. It's a story about a love so divine that God himself comes to be among us, in an earthly place where there is pain in a physical world. He did this out of  great love for us; to save His people from their sins.

I believe in miracles. . . .