One early afternoon I was on our screened-in porch and something dark caught my eye. I heard a buzz and I realized it was a hummingbird that had flown into the porch by accident. (I had left the door cracked open so our dog could go in and out). The birdfeeder is right beside the porch door, and took a wrong turn. This isn’t the first time a bird has flown into our porch but this was the first time a hummingbird had.
Hummingbirds’ wings flutter at least 55 times a second. The possibility of ever trying to catch this bird I thought was zilch.
The hummingbird looked frantic trying its hardest to find a way out. Its small, long beak would stick through the tiny-holed screen and its wings fluttered wildly. I ran and got a broom to try to redirect it towards the door but it didn’t understand what I was trying to do and flew further away from the door.
With no success, I finally decided I’d try to get a hold of the bird so I could set it free. But I thought, what are the odds I’ll get a hold of it?
As the wings kept beating, I pulled a chair up to the screen and to my surprise, this little bird stopped moving. It just sat there clinging to the screen. I gently reached out, expecting this it to try to escape again, but it didn’t. It stayed still as if it was waiting for me to pick it up.
So I did.
It was lighter than a feather – weightless. I held it so gently not wanting to scare it any more than it already was.
The words to a song rushed through my head: “And the weight of glory, if you held it in your hand, it would pass right through you, so now’s your chance.”
It was like holding the weight of glory.
It was the weight of glory because it had become a God–moment to me. A weight where I felt His Presence yet at the same time it was a weightless reminder that God is with me all the time. He’s given me this simple gift on a spring afternoon in our backyard to feel His presence while trying to rescue a hummingbird.
As its green feathers glistened with gold as the sun shined on them, I was holding onto something I never imagined possible. I was in awe and joy at the same time. It was simply beauty.
Its little eye blinked – or was it a wink to me as a gift from Abba?
Was it to remind me – or urge me – to rest in the hand of the One who rescued me and Who holds me in His hand after I’ve gone in the wrong direction? Was it a gift for me to share?
I knew I couldn’t hold it forever. I stepped into the yard and after a moment I reluctantly began to open my hand although I honestly and selfishly wanted to hold onto it a little longer. It reminded me how lately I’ve been told to hold my hands out loosely so God can fill it with His purpose, instead of holding my hand clenched not allowing God to do His work in me. But, I slowly opened my hand expecting the hummingbird to immediately fly away. It didn’t. It stayed there on the palm of my hand.
It was a time to simply relish the moment just a little longer. Then a minute later, I could hear its wings humming before I realized it had lifted and flown away quicker than I could blink my eye.
That little bird was a gift from God delivering a promise of hope. Was it a message to lift those wings and fly? Go after dreams never thought possible? Isaiah 40:13 says those who hope in the Lord will soar on wings like eagles. Well, this spring afternoon, my hope was soaring on the wings of a wild hummingbird in our backyard.
But more than that – it was a simple, yet holy, experience. The chorus to that song I mentioned earlier keeps coming back to mind ever since. “Would you fall to pieces, would you fall to pieces, would you fall to pieces, in the high countries?” That high mountain top experience.
Well, I kinda fall to pieces after that experience in my little high country (or screened-in porch) as I write. I mean, why would catching a hummingbird get my heart-felt emotions stirred up? Because God can take the smallest and most simple things in our everyday life and make them holy moments. We just need to pay attention and notice them. Take time to slow down for a moment each day and simply thank Him for His grace and goodness and your eyes can be opened to the beauty of His glory around you. I pray for Him to give me revelations of His presence in my life daily.
They can be little revelations through seeing creatures in the backyard, through laughter from our children, or holding the wrinkled hand of grandmother. They can be more forthright revelations hearing God’s voice through Scripture just read, hearing someone else’s story or even though silence.
And, the Holy Spirit can give you small revelations through little hummingbirds – or little hummingbirds can give you grand revelations from the Holy Spirit.
Would you make a comment below and share a little or grand revelation you’ve had?