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A few weeks ago, something (we still don’t know what) knocked all four of our beehives clean over. Stace and I went out in half bee suits to try to stand them back up, and… well, let’s just say the bees were NOT in a forgiving mood. We ran for our lives and left the hives lying on their sides like defeated soldiers.
The next weekend we came back prepared: full bee suits, gloves the whole deal. fully suited up, ready to set the heavy boxes upright. I’m so thankful Stace was there to help lift them. Of course, the bees were furious all over again. By the time we got to the very last hive we were absolutely covered (head-to-toe buzzing carpet of bees). When I bent down to grab the lid, the veil on my suit touched my chin for half a second, and yep—one determined little bee stung me right on the chin.
We finished the job by the grace of God, we went back to the storeroom like two sweaty marshmallows, and started peeling off our suits. That’s when things went sideways. I told Stace, “I don’t feel right; I need to sit down.” And then the world went black. Next thing I remember is Stace gently tapping my cheek saying my name over and over. I had passed out cold and face-planted on the concrete. He had already stabbed me with the EpiPen and was on the phone with 911.
Here’s what I want you to know: through every terrifying second, a supernatural peace flooded my soul. I couldn’t even feel fear. All I could do was pray silently, “Lord, hold me. Hold Stace. Don’t let him carry this alone.” And God answered with a calm that makes no earthly sense.
The ambulance ride was a first for me. Lights, sirens, IVs, monitors—the whole dramatic package. Stace followed right behind in the truck and called our youngest, Kristen, who spread the word to James and Jennifer.
I just kept smiling at the paramedics and whispering, “Thank You, Jesus. Thank You for every breath.” Stace followed the ambulance the whole way, white-knuckled but steady, because the same God who was carrying me was carrying him too.
At the ER they watched me like hawks, ran an MRI to make sure I hadn’t cracked my skull when I went down (thankfully all clear), and pumped me full of more meds.
Kristen and Matt came and sat with us. After several hours they said I was good to go home—just a severe allergic reaction doing what severe allergic reactions do.
I’m telling you all this because through every single second of it (the panic in Stace’s voice, the lights in the ambulance, waking up on the floor not knowing what happened)—I felt an unbelievable calm. I just kept whispering, “Lord, take care of me. Take care of Stace. Don’t let him worry.” And He did. He kept my heart steady when it had every reason to race, gave Stace clarity when he could’ve frozen, and brought me back home safe to tell the story.
God is good. All the time. Even when you’re lying on a storeroom floor covered in dust with a bee sting swelling your face. Especially then.
Thank you, Jesus, for every breath I’m still taking. And thank you, Stace, for being my hero that day.
(Also, note to self: order new bee suits with better veils. Immediately.)
Hours later the doctor sent me home with a clean bill of health and a brand-new respect for how fast life can turn. But more than that, they sent me home with a story I’ll tell for the rest of my days: When the enemy meant a single bee sting for destruction, God used it to show His power, His presence, and His overwhelming love.
I’m alive tonight because the Lord is faithful.
I’m breathing because He is merciful.
I’m still here to love my husband, hug my kids, and tend those crazy bees because my God is greater than any reaction, any fear, any close call.
If you’re reading this and you’re scared tonight – if life has knocked you flat and you can’t see how you’re going to get back up – hear me: The same God who caught me on a dusty storeroom floor is reaching for you right now.
He is good – all the time.
And all the time – He is good.
Psalms 100:5 “For the Lord is good and his love endures forever, his faithfulness continues through all generation”
Thank You, Jesus, for every heartbeat You’ve given me since that day. I will never stop praising You. And Stace, my hero, thank you for never letting go. I love you beyond words.
Never forget: God turns the sting into a story, and the story into glory.
Keep trusting Him. He’s writing yours too.
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