The bull thistle plant stood more than six feet tall. With the September wind, it was swaying mightily as I tried to take a picture of the purple blooms. More precisely, I was trying to photograph the bees that were on those flowers.
In spite of the wind the bees were hanging on in order to secure some nectar. It made me think of a Cedar Point-type ride for bees.
They hung on…even with the hardest gusts.
Hanging on is one aspect of life. Sometimes in the midst of crises, the best we can do is simply to hang on. Perhaps we hold hands with others who are hanging on; maybe we find some rock that will be our security.
The bees had the attraction of the purple flower which must have provided sustenance. When we hang on, I hope we find something equally as provident.
“Come to me, all you who favor and are burdened, and I will give you rest.”