The Local Honey

B hopeful, B happy, B cheerful, B kind… 
                                         ~”A Swarm of Bees,” 1882
 If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
                                        ~ 2 Chronicles 7:14, King James Version (KJV)
     I listened to a woman yesterday talk about her Irish mom and how they taught her to swear in English.  But she did not, she swore in Gaelic, and did not, indeed swear at all.  She gave advice that sounded like she might be angry, in her native language, but she did not swear.  I have heard stories of people who gave drugs to their pets, liquor to their young siblings.  Witnessed a mother berating her son at the top of her lungs to “teach” him that life is hard and so she was preparing him (at the age of 5!) for that.
     People teach all kinds of things to their children, and those around them.  My great grandmother taught my father “If you be kind to me, I’ll be kind to you.”  He in turn taught us kindness, and to be in church every Sunday no matter who was in the pulpit because we were there for God, not the preacher.  These lessons were measured with wisdom, and by his living out what he expected of us.
     Today, consider your lessons, give thanks for your good teachers, and those who shaped you.  You are the local honey which wards against allergies.
     Because of Him,

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