In His Arms

Summer flowers nod in the sunshine.

As I watered my little garden the other day, I admired the bees 

and butterflies that flitted about.

The bees nuzzled into the blossoms and sucked nectar into 

a little sac on their body called a crop.

Those little creatures took refuge in the buds until they filled up on the sweetness.

When I seek refuge in God's arms, 

I rest there until I fill up on his love and peace.

When life is hard, seek shelter in God's arms.