“Wretched” couldn’t stand herself. Everything I touch,” she wailed, “turns into gold…. Fool’s gold.” Disgruntled and tired of botching things up through rashness and foolish talking, she sat down on a stump and started to cry.
A honey bee zoomed right on her nose, sat there and looked sternly in her eye. “You need some straightening out,” she scolded, “and I’m the one to do it! They don’t call me “Honey Bee” for nothin’: I know my purpose. I make honey, but YOU: You are unaware of who you really are and why you have been put on earth. It is certainly not to wallow in self. Do you know your name?… Not the name you call yourself, oh foolish human! I speak of your true name. Well! I’m waiting. Do you know it?”
“I, I…No, I don’t! How am I supposed to know any other name than the name I’ve been called?”
The bee let out a huge sigh. “Humans know nothing about prophecy. They don’t know that God is in their mouths and that they are what they call themselves. I, a honey bee, am a teacher of sweet things. I call them forth. That is how I make my honey that is so good. I go forth from flower to flower and my honey is produced with ease. “Look at me!” “Honey” commanded. “What is it that you want to be?”
The words rolled out of her mouth so quickly, “Wretched” surprised herself: “I want to be satisfied!”
“Well then: That’s who you are: “Satisfied!” What a lovely, lovely name. Start calling yourself it and you’ll be wretched no more,… and there’ll be no more fool’s gold, because only foolish ones who don’t know the power they have in their tongues make fool’s gold. Ya got it “Satisfied”? And if I were you, I’d start calling myself “Very Satisfied”! You have looked me in the eye and you have heard my voice- … the voice of prophecy. “Look, learn and live” what I have awakened in you. Come alive “Satisfied”! Be who you’re meant to be:…..
a joy to the world!” Selah!