The Bees Are Still in the Rosemary (Our New Home)

I love our new home. Not only that it is off of “Conqueror Drive,” but that it shows how much my heavenly Father loves me.

Sherry and I got up this morning at 4 a.m. to see a NASA rocket head off for Mars. It was a beautifully clear morning with bright stars and even a glowing moon that was trying to “rule by night.” But when the rocket came up out of the northwest, it took center stage—a flaming torch that mounted into the sky and raced toward its destination, once it broke through Earth’s atmosphere. We saw its brilliant burn and stage separation, with a giant arc of glowing gas that formed a “shield” behind the speeding emissary to another world.

Later I journeyed out our back door to one of my favorite places for fellowship with the Father. I was not disappointed.

Turning on the little brown fountain, a clear plume of water sparkled in the sun and filled the upper bowl. Then eight smaller streams poured into the main fountain, splashing happily as they filled the lower pool.

Looking around I spotted some of my morning friends. Hummingbirds zoomed and cavorted with each other as they spied the bubbling fountain. They sped along together and then separated to rest on a branch, their bright green little chests huffing and puffing from their morning workout.

Up above in a tree, a mockingbird whistled and warbled through a litany of voices, a sonata that imitated its many friends in the neighborhood. And of course, the bees were faithfully plying their daily pollen-collecting mission in the sweet purple rosemary.

I appreciate the golden grapefruits and brightly-clad oranges hanging in abundance from the trees. I anticipate feasting on the two kinds of avocados growing here. Purple geraniums, yellow-pink roses, and orange-yellow poppies seem to have nothing to do but bask in the day’s warmth. The cheery scarlet bougainvillea greets me against a brilliant blue sky, and a Californian pine lifts its thin arms thankfully above. And there is the fig tree that offers rest and shade beneath its thick, wide leaves. And the amazing thing is, that God so loved us that He gave us all this to richly enjoy.

And yet, it is nothing compared to what we have spiritually in Christ Jesus.

John 3:16:
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

I Timothy 6:17:
…be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy.

Colossians 2:9,10:
For in him [Christ] dwelleth all the fulness of the Godhead bodily.
And ye are complete in him, which is the head of all principality and power.

Man may send a rocket hurtling to another planet, but only our heavenly Father keeps the bees still buzzing in the rosemary. And I am thankful to know Him, and for all His Son Jesus Christ does for me each day. It seems funny that no matter where we have lived, our “home” has always been in God. That is certainly the best place for any of us.