Last week, I shared with all of you how my husband and I use walks to reconnect. I’d like to share a story about a specific walk we shared recently that illuminated a weakness I have.
Often times on our walks we come across a dozen or so bees. We live in a townhouse in a large neighborhood of rental properties. With so many shared lots, there are a lot of community mailboxes. For some reason, bees love these. They claim these mailbox huts as their own tiny homes. Whenever we come across one on our path we are sure to find three to nine bees crossing back and forth across the sidewalk as if they were creating an electronic force field.
EVERY.TIME. Our pace becomes a little faster, and we keep our chins up as if to say to the bees “We’re not scared of you.” But, in truth, we are. We are very afraid. All it takes is for the bee to stray it’s path in our direction and we jump off the sidewalk into the road and run a good five paces until we see the bee has decided to leave us alone.
After a handful of walks, I decided I was going to be brave. The bees haven’t stun us yet, why should I still be so fearful? We began to walk towards Bee-Row. The bee hovered in the middle of the sidewalk, as if staring us down. Out loud, I confessed, “This bee is going to think he owns us!” In this moment I was determined to show it otherwise. Then it juts straight towards us, and I push my husband in the direction of the bee at the same time as I leap toward the street and run.
My husband catches up to me, as I am laughing out loud to myself. He asked me what that was about, and between laughter I admitted that I sacrificed him for my safety.
Up until that moment I hadn’t planned on sacrificing my husband to the bees. However, in these knee-jerk moments we realize what lays buried in our hearts. There are still things, as small as a bee sting, that keeps selfishness and fear rooted in my heart.
What do your knee jerk reactions tell about your heart? What do you have yet to hand over to God? What sin is he trying to chisel out of you?