Everything

God in my living
There in my breathing
God in my waking
God in my sleeping

God in my resting
There in my working
God in my thinking
God in my speaking

Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything
Be my everything

God in my hoping
There in my dreaming
God in my watching
God in my waiting

God in my laughing
There in my weeping
God in my hurting
God in my healing

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
You are everything

Christ in me
Christ in me
Christ in me the hope of glory
Be my everything

Rescued?

I went down to the beach again today. I really needed to walk off my thoughts and frustrations, including a whole day of subbing for 8th grade History. The county is laying off 1300 teachers and school staff...I'm totally broke...gas prices keep going up...

These were all things that were swilling around in my head. I stood at the waterline waiting for a friend who was supposed to go walking with me. As I stood there, I started looking for more bees, and sure enough I found them. Most of them were crusted over with sand, dead. But I did find one that was trying to get free of its watery prison. I picked it up off the sand and held it gently. After a few minutes of hobbling around, it started to clean itself. 20 minutes passed and it had gotten most of the sand off its legs and body, cleaned its antennae (one of which had been plastered to its head) and dried its wings. It was actively crawling around on my hand, so I decided to head back up to the sea wall. When I got there I went over to a daisy bush and the little bee suddenly took off and landed on a flower. I figured it would fly away eventually, but I wanted to make sure that it had some chance of flying to safety, rather than right into a wave.

I have no idea if the little bee made it, or will survive. But it felt good to give at least one of dying bees a chance. It also helped to clear my head a little as I walked alone down the beach, to the sound of crashing waves.

Where Bees Go To Die

This evening I took a walk down on the beach, just to get out of my house and get some fresh air. I walked the length of the seawall, from the parking lot I left my car in, to the other end of the wall and back. As I walked, I started noticing bees, on the beach.

Every couple of steps there were one or two, or a small group of them lying dead along the waterline. Right along with all of the kelp air bladders and small rocks and shells pushed up by the waves. No where else. As I walked back towards the parking lot, I counted the bees, and by the time I reached my car, I'd seen many dozens of them. Why were they all dead at the waterline? Why had they flown to the sea to die? The wind all day had come up from the ocean, not from the land, so its not like they'd been blown out to sea.

As I pondered this bizarre sight, the sun started to set. As it had been cloudy all day, I didn't think that there'd be much of a sunset. Was I ever wrong. This evening's sunset was one of the most beautiful I'd ever seen. So, with that sight in my mind, I left the beach to go do other things, but I will always wonder why the bees lay in their watery graves.