I lounge on the couch eating supper and trying to keep my eyes open.
I could go to bed this very minute--but I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night, so I force myself to stay awake.
I glance out the window and see it--a flash of sparkly green hovering over the feeder. Sipping. Quenching its need. Resting on the string of lights for a few short seconds--then taking flight.
Such a perfect little miracle of God's handiwork--more so, rather then less so because it comes hummingbird sized.
There have been a lot of hummingbird miracles in my life.
Small moments that take your breath away with their unexplainable sparkle.
Moments when God catches your eye with a wordless "I'm here. I see. I care."
Last weekend I sat on my friends couch squirming under a question that I wanted to answer, but was scared to.
As I drove the five minutes home after a really good talk, my thoughts couldn't help but take in where I was a year ago--on their couch in a different province, sobbing my heart out with honesty.
A lot of little miracles add up to a lot of progress.
Tonight, I just want to go to bed.
There's no school tomorrow.
I could nap all day if I wanted to.
I'll prop my eyes open with a movie, and then rest.
God is answering my prayers that I could let go and rest...
One heart-stopping hummingbird miracle at a time.
Drink deep. Quench your thirst. Rest in the light. Then fly on ready for the fight.
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