Bee stings and rocks

Had an unexpected trip  to Iowa with my good friend Marla. We stopped at Kristin and Frank's (my grand-daughter and her son!) Their first child is due in less than a week, and it was fun to have Kristin join us driving 3+ hours north to see two of Marla's college boys play football in NW Iowa.  Frank was taking board exams at chiropractic school and joined us after testing.  It took Frank less time than us to get there (maybe because we stopped at scenic overlooks, for snacks, and I spotted a beautiful rock at the edge of a quarry shop (my 60# black hematite and pink  remembrance will get cleaned and placed in the garden today).  My other unwanted remembrance was a bee sting. I don't know why they like me so much, but fortunately I'd brought my little black bag.  Though Marla was eager to stick me with the Epi pen, I only needed the antihistimine and less painful treatments. Didn't find the stinger until yesterday, so it's finally receding. Can't help but make a life analogy out of my slowness to sometimes find the stinger - the source of trouble and the immediate change to healing once it is removed.  A little reminder to myself to be in God's Word daily - spotting those stingers that slow me down.  How thankful I am to have that antidote as available as I do.  It reminds me to of Gracia Burnham in her stories and how she did not have the Bible with her during their kidnapping.  How important it is to memorize the Word. Though I may not be kidnapped physically as she was, I've too frequently had my emotions, moods, and goals kidnapped by a stinger from the enemy. Guess I needed the reminder!