How can a child know that she wants to become a mother in the future? Now an adult, she is the mother of a child who has been unrightfully orphaned. A precious daughter who not only know looks like her, but wants to be just like her. Wow! Pure love, a dream come true!
Throughout the years, thousands of other children have been entrusted to her by His Hand. Her heart overflows with so much Love! Underneath her motherly wings, she desires to protect her ducklings against the storms of life. In the stillness, she knows she can’t and daily lifts them up in prayer to the One and His angels who can.
How is it possible that all these children not woven in her own womb call her mom? She teaches the young The Creator’s Ten Commandments and advices His children to write The Living Word on the tablets of their hearts. In the hope, to bear forth good fruit in the days to come. Her children arise and call her blessed!
Having: Faith, Hope and above all Love, in her royal castle she prays and dreams of her days to come. She pictures her little prince and princess in Heaven, holding hands, looking down on Earth, waiting for that perfect moment when Her Special King and His Queen Bee become One! Finally, to be formed in their Chosen mother’s womb and forever cradled in loving arms.
Suddenly, she wakes up and can’t bare the reality! You see, her surroundings see A Strong Woman, but she feels weakened within. In that moment, she needs to remind herself that He is her strength. You see, the thing is that she sometimes forgets that she is His child as well. She then reads Her Heavenly Father’s love letters written to her and sings A New Song to the Lord:
I am the apple of your eye, Abba…. I am a pearl in your hand, Abba…. I am made in your image, Abba….
Her eyes filled with tears, she seeks peace of mind and a way to cease the storm in her heart. She then runs to Her Maker behind the veil. Cleansed by The Holy King’s precious blood. Miss Honey Bee enters The Holy of Holies, humbly. In The Secret Place she sees The Most High sitting on the throne with His Arms stretched open wide, waiting patiently for His Baby Girl to gently lay her head upon Daddy’s Lap.
He softly whispers: “Trust me, Daughter of Zion.” For My Beloved Son says: “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them for the Kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”
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