Monday, November 9, 2009

The Yellow Jackets

Carol Condon

We were only a few miles away and the reality of vacation being over was getting closer with every mile. The assignments of unloading the van were being passed around as we could see excitement brewing within the kids as they were within minutes of hanging out with their friends that they hadn’t seen for a whole two weeks!

We unloaded the van and began making six piles, one for each of us. Mark had started into the house with the first load. He quickly returned and asked the kids to all go outside and for me to come in, as he had to show me something.

He led me to a closed door. He slowly opened the door. I jumped and screamed in sheer horror! Our room was completely covered in dead bees. The carpet, the bed, the windowsills, they were even in our bathroom sink and shower. We stood in shock.

The clean up was quite a chore. The suitcases were all forgotten as we began to gather all the thousands of yellow jackets that had invaded our home! A few hours later we looked around and seemed to be bee-free. Now we had time to ponder the big question. How did they get in?

It was now late and too dark outside to check for any nests so we went to bed. Just as the sun was peeking into our room the following morning my eyes opened wide looking to see if any bees had joined us. Nothing. That was quite a relief. However, the relief did not last long. Just as I was contemplating my day I noticed some visitors arriving. The yellow jackets had returned!

There was a very small hole at the top of one of our bedroom walls. The bees were flying in faster than we could stop them. We hurried and covered the hole and called for help. As the exterminator arrived he quickly summed up our situation.

The bees had found an opening from outside and had built their nest in between our walls. As the thousands of bees joined together in our walls they lost their way to freedom and to water. The bees began seeking for a way out. The man explained that when they sensed the light on the other side of our wall that they knew they had found a way out. And so they all began working towards it.

I began to think of those that are lost in this world. They got involved with the crowd and lost their way. They are frantically seeking a way out. Are they drawn to us? Do they sense the Light within us? When they finally reach us do we offer them the freedom that they are searching for or are we all locked up just as our room was to the yellow jackets? Let us all be aware of the Light that resides within us and offer the way of escape to those that are lost.