Everything went fine until late Thursday afternoon when, on my final task, I made the fatal mistake of trying to lift my extractor by myself. My wife was feeding the chickens and ducks, and I only needed to set it back on the stand. The next thing I knew--whoops, man..dadgumit! In that instant I watched about 60 lbs. of honey go from a bucket to the floor. Tipping the bucket back upright, I had to sit there a moment and think about what had happened and how to react.
A lot of questions and thoughts raced though my mind in that long moment, and in the end the scripture, "In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you," came to mind. Not that I was happy about dropping the bucket, but I also had the thought of when I came out of my coma and I couldn't walk, and how lost and dispirited I felt for any semblance of normalcy. I am so thankful for my life, my son, my Savior, and my bee's. It put my thoughts in perspective.