|Posted on February 17, 2014 at 8:52 PM|
Sometimes you find God in the strangest places. For instance, yesterday there was a hummingbird trapped on our screened porch. He had flown in through an opened door, but try as he might, he couldn’t find his way back out. We’re not sure how long he had been fanatically searching for an escape, but I could tell he was exhausted.
I took a dust mop and tried to guide him toward the door, but I couldn’t get him to go that direction without possibly hurting him. I finally was able to catch him and I held him in my closed hands until I got him outside. I opened my hands expecting him to fly away, but he didn’t. I first thought I must have injured him or even accidently killed it, but no, he was breathing. I held him in the palm of my hand for some time, wishing that he would take flight, but he sat very still.
It started to rain so I put him on a wooden fence post. I got a plastic bag and fashioned a cover in such a way that if chose to, he could fly away. The rain turned into a storm with loud thunder and bright flashes of lightning. From the house I strained to see if he was still there. I wondered how my shelter was holding up. Through the storm I couldn’t see him.
When the thunder, lightning and rain finally moved into the distance, I went out to check on the little bird. He was gone. Had he fallen off the post? I searched the ground around him, he hadn’t fallen. It seems that he rested during the storm. When the storm was over he was again able to take flight. Maybe the little bird flew to its nest or to awaiting babies. Who knows where it went?
When I held that tiny, little bird in my hand I felt such an overwhelming compassion and concern for his well-being. In my own heart I felt God speak to me and remind me that I am in His hands!