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Honey Drop 12: The Net of Truth

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So Simon Peter went aboard and hauled the net ashore, full of large fish, 153 of them. And although there were so many, the net was not torn. (John 21:11 ESV2011)

For those who know that truth is caught, not claimed

Petal Dive

🔹 The Catch


Leader: 
They cast the net — 
Not knowing what would come. 
They obeyed the voice — 
And truth came up.

People: 
Not just fish. 
Not just fullness. 
But the forgotten mission 
Truth and disciples in abundance.

Leader: 
He said, “I am the truth.” 
And the net did not tear. 
The catch was complete. 
The truth held.



All: 
We cast our lives 
Into Your word. 
We haul up 
What You have spoken. 
And the net is full 
Of truth.

Honey Drop 11: The Hive Remembers

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Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, (Hebrews 12:1)

For those who run because others ran

From the petal to the hive

🔹Witnesses all around

Leader: 
We are not alone. 
We are surrounded. 
Not by ghosts— 
But by witnesses.


People: 
They ran before us. 
They prayed for us. 
They endured for us. 
And now—they watch.


Leader: 
Their memory is not weight. 
It is wind, not burden. 
It is blessing.


All: 
The hive remembers. 
We run with them. 
We run because of them.


🔹 Throw Off / Run With Perseverance

Leader: 
We throw off what clings.  We cast down what slows. 
We run—  not to win,  but to finish.

People: 
We run with perseverance, with memory, with fire, with love.

Leader: 
This is not a sprint.  It is a covenant.  Not a race for glory— 
But a journey of grace.

All: 
The hive remembers.  Still we run. We run together.

🍯 Benediction: The Cloud and the Comb


Leader: 
We are not alone. 
The cloud surrounds. 
It is not memory— 
It is presence.

People: 
They are not past. 
They are with us. 
They are not gone. 
They are glory.

Leader: 
We run not to escape, but to arrive. 
We run toward the comb — where sweetness is made 
From endurance.

All: 
Let the cloud carry us.  Let the race refine us. 
Let the hive receive us.  And let the honey flow.

honey-sipping bee

More honey tomorrow!

Honey Drop 10: Pollen and Purity

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For those who know that holiness is not sterile

“Therefore, behold, I will allure her, Bring her into the wilderness And speak kindly to her. “Then I will give her her vineyards from there, And the valley of Achor as a door of hope. And she will sing there as in the days of her youth, As in the day when she came up from the land of Egypt. “It will come about in that day,” declares the Lord, “That you will call Me Ishi And will no longer call Me Baali. (Hosea 2:14-16)


Leader: 
I Myself will allure her. 
Not a messenger. 
Not a shadow. 
But I.

People: 
You do not delegate desire. 
You do not outsource love. 
You come Yourself. 
To woo.

Leader: 
You are alluring— 
Not commanding. 
You draw us out 
With tenderness.

All: 
Allure us, O God. 
Lead us out. 
Make us holy 
In the wild.

Lead / Speak / Call


Leader: 
You lead— 
Not chase. 
You speak— 
Not scold. 
You call— 
Not claim.

People: 
You lead us gently. 
You speak to our ache. 
You call us “My wife.”

Leader: 
This is not control. 
This is communion. 
Not distance— 
But delight.

All: 
Lead us, Lord. 
Speak to us. 
Call us Yours. 
Make us pure 
By Your love.

Love: never outsourced

Honey Drop 9: The Sting and the Song

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Arouse Yourself, why do You sleep, O Lord? Awake, do not reject us forever. Why do You hide Your face And forget our affliction and our oppression? For our soul has sunk down into the dust; Our body cleaves to the earth. Rise up, be our help, And redeem us for the sake of Your lovingkindness. (Psalms 44:23-26)

For those who trust enough to protest

Instead of the buzz of busy wings we hear this litany.

Leader: 
Only the faithful say, 
“Why are You sleeping?” 
Only the beloved cry, 
“Rouse Yourself.”

People: 
We remember Your voice. 
We remember Your fire. 
But now— 
You are still.

Leader: 
We do not accuse a stranger. 
We plead with our God. 
We do not shout into the void. 
We whisper into Your silence.

All: 
Awake, O Lord. 
Rouse Yourself. 
We are Yours. 
We are waiting.

Do Not Reject Us / Do Not Hide Your Face

Leader: 
Only the chosen ask, 
“Why do You reject?” 
Only the seen can feel 
Your hidden face.

People: 
We are not cast off. 
But we feel cast down. 
We are not forgotten. 
But we feel unseen.

unseen.

Leader: 
This ache is covenantal. 
This protest is praise. 
We name the silence 
Because we know Your voice.

All: 
Do not reject us. 
Do not hide. 
We trust You still. 
We seek Your face.

Rise Up / Redeem Us

Leader: 
Only the remembered say, 
“Rise up.” 
Only the redeemed cry, 
“Redeem us.”

People: 
We do not sing 
Because pain is gone. 
We sing 
Because promise remains.

Leader: 
This is not doubt. 
This is devotion. 
This is not despair. 
This is the song.

All: 
Rise up, O God. 
Redeem us. 
The sting is real. 
But so is the song.

Litany to the God who appreciates a protest

Honey Drop 8 – “The Wealth of Nothing”

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đź“… November 08 


📖 2 Corinthians 6:10 — “As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; as poor, yet making many rich; as having nothing, and yet possessing everything.”
Scenario


Scenario


Paul lived with two faces—not in deceit, but in devotion. Like the Roman god Janus, he stood at the threshold of sorrow and joy, lack and abundance. But unlike myth, Paul’s paradox was patterned after Christ Himself—who thirsted while giving drink, who died to give life. The apostle didn’t hide the tension. He bore it. And in that bearing, he revealed a kingdom that flips every earthly measure.


A tense journey


This verse doesn’t resolve the paradox—it honors it. Sorrow and joy aren’t opposites here—they’re companions. Poverty isn’t shame—it’s generosity. Emptiness isn’t failure—it’s freedom. Paul’s life was a contradiction, and that contradiction was holy. The tension doesn’t mean something’s wrong. It means something’s real. And Christ lived it first.

Sweetness Drop


I held nothing, 
but You held me. 
I gave what I didn’t own,  and made others rich. 
My tears didn’t cancel my praise— 
they baptized it. 
And in the ache of lack, 
I found the wealth of nothing.

Honey Drop 7 – “Held in the Flame”

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📅 November 07 

📖 Malachi 3:3a — “He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver…”

Bee Act 1

Refining isn’t dramatic—it’s deliberate. The silversmith doesn’t pace. He sits. He stays close. The flame does its work slowly, burning away what doesn’t belong. And the silver? It doesn’t resist. It yields. It glows. It suffers transformation in silence. But the refiner suffers too—not in destruction, but in devotion. He feels the heat that changes the silver. He stays until the shine reflects his own face.

Tension / Comfort


We often ask God to change us—but we rarely ask Him to stay with us in the fire. Malachi says He does both. He purifies, yes—but He also remains. He doesn’t abandon the process. He’s present in the pain. And He knows when to stop—not when the silver screams, but when He sees Himself in it. The fire refines the silver, but it also reveals the heart of the Refiner. The heat we feel is not a sign of distance—it’s proof of proximity.

Sweetness Drop


You didn’t rush the burn. 
You sat. 
You stayed. 
You felt the heat that changed me. 
I begged for rescue, 
but You waited for shine. 
And when You saw Yourself in me, 
You pulled me from the flame.

Honey Drop 5 – “See Through the Sea”

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đź“… November 05 

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📖 Exodus 14:13–14 — “Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”


There are moments when movement feels like survival—when the only thing louder than fear is the urge to fix, flee, or fight. The Israelites stood at the edge of the sea, hemmed in by water and war. Behind them, the memory of bondage galloped forward in chariots. Before them, the impossible shimmered in waves. And in that impossible place, Moses didn’t tell them to run or shout. He told them to stand still. He told them to be silent.


Unusual teamwork


Stillness and silence weren’t just spiritual disciplines—they were survival. Panic could’ve fractured the moment. If they had scattered, they would’ve scattered into death. If they had spoken, they would’ve spoken fear. But Moses made it clear: “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be silent.” 
Silence didn’t mean neglect—it meant sacred restraint. Stillness wasn’t passivity—it was prophetic posture. The miracle didn’t come because they moved—it came because they waited. And in that hush, something holy began.

Honey Drop


Sometimes we’re lords, sometimes we’re not; 
Sometimes watching God work may be all we’ve got. 
The sea won’t part for pride or panic— 
only in the stillness that drives one manic. 
We’re in that crowd, we walk on dry land, 
where a sea had been our last stand.

Honey Drop 4: Crushed Like an Olive

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From the petal to the hive—gathering sweetness from Scriptures

🌆 Where the treasure?


Jerusalem lies in ruins. The prophet sits in the rubble, surrounded by silence, smoke, and sorrow. The Temple is torched. The people are scattered. The grief is architectural—built brick by bitter brick.

“He has built against me and surrounded me with bitterness and hardship.” — Lamentations 3:5



⚖️ The Tension / Comfort
This isn’t chaos—it’s construction. The bitterness isn’t random; it’s structured. The prophet doesn’t accuse God of rage—he names Him as the builder. That’s the tension: divine discipline that feels like siege. And yet, the comfort is hidden in the structure itself. If God built it, He can also break it down.



🍯 The Drop (Sweet / Bitter)
Honey Drop: Some oil only flows when the olive is crushed. 
The bitterness is real. The grief is heavy. But the press produces purity. In the architecture of affliction, God is still present—not absent, but shaping. The sweetness? It’s in the knowing that sorrow has a source—and therefore, a limit.