The Hummingbird

The Hummingbird

          One summer during college, I went to Andrew’s parents’ house for dinner.  While I was in the kitchen with Runette (his mom) waiting on dinner to finish, I noticed a bird outside on the porch.  I don’t even remember what kind of bird it was, but it was very pretty and got my attention.  I said to her, “Wow, I’ve always wanted to hold a bird…” I don’t even think she heard what I said. We all ate dinner, and then I went home.

The next day, I started getting ready in the late afternoon.  While I was doing my make-up, my dad came inside and called my name. I answered him, and he said, “Come here! I’ve got something to show you!”  So sort of reluctantly, I stopped what I was doing and went into the kitchen.  When I walked in, I found my dad holding a beautiful hummingbird in his hands.  I could hardly believe my eyes! I immediately thought something must be wrong with the bird and asked him how in the world he got it to come and sit in his hands.  He said that he saw it flying all over the place in the garage and after watching it for a few minutes, it just sat down. He said he thought it was just tired.  So he picked it up.

I was stunned! I told him to keep holding it so I could get my camera.  We went outside, and he put the hummingbird in my hands.  It was SO beautiful and so unbelievably tiny! The body was smaller than my thumb.  Its colors were so brilliant and glistened in the sunlight.  I could even see its TINY little eyelashes! The bird just sat in my hands looking at me for several minutes while I took in the moment.  As I held it, my statement from the day before came back to me.  I had just said, less than twenty four hours ago, how I’ve always wanted to hold a bird in my hands….and here I was, doing that very thing.  I felt God speaking His heart to me.  It felt like He was giving me a huge bear hug.  I was reminded of that verse in Psalm 37 that says “Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.”  I think the bird would have kept sitting in my hand indefinitely; after a while I gave it a few nudges, and it finally took flight.

 

          This experience unveiled such beautiful things about God’s heart.  I saw his extravagance – just how far he will go to demonstrate his love for us.   I was stunned by how he took the initiative to do this for me when it had never even entered my mind to ask him. He goes beyond what is necessary and does these over-the-top things much the way a groom does when he’s wooing his bride.  The hummingbird also spoke to me of his deep intimacy with each of us.  He did this specifically for me; holding a bird probably wouldn’t have spoken to a lot of other people the way it did me.  He reveals himself in ways that are tailor-made for our individual personalities.

What’s really awesome is that God used this event later…probably a year or two after it first happened.  We stored our pictures of the bird on our computer upstairs, in the room where my mom would often go to pray.  One morning when she was up there praying, she had a very heavy heart about a lot of things that were going on in our lives at the time.  She began pacing the floor as she prayed, and when she turned around to walk back across the room, she saw on the computer screen the picture of the hummingbird sitting in my hand.  The computer wasn’t even turned on! And even when it was on, our screensaver would rotate pictures every few seconds.  The picture just stayed there on the screen, staring at her.  God had once again gone to extreme measures to speak His heart.  She could sense Him reminding her that He’s holding her in His hands.  Moments like these when we’re one on one with God are such beautiful treasures.  No one knows us the way He does.

One Comment on “The Hummingbird

  1. Thanks for sharing this…what a precious memory we both have….and then my finding the picture of the mama bird and nest with one of my favorite scriptures…Psalm 46:10 “Be Still and Know that I am God” after we experienced these amazing moments.

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