Sometimes all we need is a kind word to change our outlook in a situation. When I was a kid, my Papa Davis kept beehives. I loved going with him to collect the honey. I remember the anticipation of the first taste of that sweet treat. He would use his big strong hands to squeeze the honey combs. The honey would flow down into the strainers where all the impurities would be filtered out. He would cut chunks off of the comb and give it to us to eat while we watched. I can still smell the sweet aroma from …
