Heart
Sparklers
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words and pictures to lift your spirit *~*
The bee looks so heavy when compared to the delicate
flower it is perched upon. The bee lands on many flowers, just as
delicate. And from those flowers the bee draws sustenance, not only for
itself, but for others, as well. It is a wonder that such a fragile
blossom can hold the large bee's weight. I imagine the bee must take
great care, else he would slip off of the petals and miss out on a
meal. The odds seem unsurmountable that he should be able to dine on so
precarious a perch. But dine, he does. And look at his legs, full of
pollen--something to take home with him.
When I feel overwhelmed with the many things each days holds in store
for me I question how I can go on, as I feel so full of obstacles,
questions, or worry. I mentally look at what lies before me, thinking
that surely what I carry on my shoulders is so great that it will crush
or block the path before me as I forge through life--for a day, a year,
or a moment. But, if that golden bee can do so, why can't I?
