In my Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. John 14:2
If I learned nothing else from my bees, it is this: they prepare. For example, they dutifully clean and prepare cells for eggs; diligently forage nectar to prepare for winter, and are always prepared to die in defense of their colony.
This Spring, I have spent countless hours building new hive boxes and preparing equipment for beekeeping’s busy season. I’ve been hammering – gluing – painting in what seemed an endless cycle of preparation. My back would ache from hammering; and at the end of a busy day I’d stagger out into the backyard with yet more completed boxes to paint and stack. I never questioned if my bees were worth it, I only questioned my ability to see it through.
Many times as I stood outside, helping my husband at the table saw I thought of John 14:2 and the wondrous home being prepared for each of us. Building their hive boxes has given me a new understanding of the hard work needed to create a good home that meets every need. I prepare my bee boxes in a flurry of seasonal haste, but the one who spoke worlds into existence has built my new home with time and skill beyond mortal comprehension.
While I wait to see my heavenly home, I’ll dutifully labor to prepare a community where hearts and souls can heal; diligently study the Word to prepare for the hard times that inevitably come; and the hardest of all…to always be prepared to die to self, surrendering to God’s bigger plan.