Honey

Honey (Photo credit: quisnovus)

Who can think straight? Too many things happen all at once sometimes. I’ve already been to the bank three times tryin’ to keep things straight.

This morning Ms. Linda and I talked about how Jesus said “the poor you will always have with you,” but Ms. Linda asked Jesus if she could please not be one of them. We get it. Who wants to be nickeled-and-dimed all over the place when you barely have two pennies to rub together.

It was going to cost around $21 to order checks, so I told the nice bank tellers to hold off on that order. They really are nice ladies and gentlemen over at my bank, which is where I store what God provides day-by-day until I pass it out to other people as much as I have to or can. That favorite preacher I told you about, Joseph Prince, said milk and honey have to flow or they just sit there and go bad. It bears repeating. Let’s say Pastor Prince was talking about money too. Money has to move or it goes bad like that jar of honey Ms. Linda said she still has at her place. She said she wasn’t going to eat it. I’m glad because who knows if it would make her sick.

We know if milk sits around too long it turns solid and not in a good way or on purpose, like sweet cream butter or cool cottage cheese, to go with fresh cucumbers or delightful fruit or to make delicious lasagna. Honey is good and I used to eat those little Bit O’ Honey candies and the flavor is wonderful, but now my old teeth can’t take it. That’s another thing about the aging process. You have to search out soft foods and let your crunchy cereal melt around in the milk a little while. Crunch life while you can without hurting anybody.

Things still aren’t exactly straight today and one of my loved ones needs to go to the doctor for a check-up and other things have happened. But when I was out trying to do all that bank business and buy stamps too, I saw two or three of those Dodge Ram trucks, in different colors. I thought of the “ram in the thicket” God provided for Abraham, the Father of Faith. Sometimes you take a sign where you can find one.

Then I thought of how sometimes we don’t love our honeys like we ought to and we can’t make that honey love us back either. Like the song says, he won’t or she won’t. But somebody will love us. Somebody does love us and somebody else will love us. Let’s get that straight. Let’s have a great rest of the day! (And can you still buy Bit O’ Honey? Let’s Google that:)

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