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Grabbing Nectar

 

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Grabbing Nectar

The other day, while on a walk with our granddaughters, we stopped to admire the lovely flowering bushes. The bees were buzzing around, flitting from one blossom to the next, resolutely partaking of the sweet nectary feast they had found.

As I noted their activity it made me think of how once they obtain the sweet nourishing nectar, they are equipped to go forth and produce that which God created them for; honey!

And so it is with us. As we partake of the spiritual nourishment found in God's Word, we too will then be equipped to go forth and produce fruit for Jesus.

May we feast often, with purpose and determination, taking it in, bringing us joy! May it sweeten our days and strengthen our souls as we gratefully partake from the spiritual nectar our God provides!

How sweet are your promises to my taste, more then honey to my mouth.           Psalm 119;103

  


                                                    



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