Morning Meditation

One morning, I received a most unusual and precious “visitation” as I was eating my breakfast. I was sitting on the couch in our family room which faces a large window to our backyard. Periodically over that week, a sweetly personal melody was playing in my mind (that I sensed was coming from my Creator)—and once again this morning I was “hearing” its tune.

Then, “out of nowhere,” a hummingbird appeared and began extracting the sweet nectar from blossom after blossom on my mallow plant. I slowly and carefully walked over to the window for a closer view—to “extract the rich nectar of this special moment” as I drank in this rare opportunity. It is written that our Maker “rejoices over us with singing,” and I love it when the Spirit whispers “sweet somethings” in my ear.

I was captivated by the way this small wisp of wonder was able to fly perfectly poised in front of each blossom and delicately reach in with its most slender beak to collect its meal for the day. As I continue to meditate on this encounter, I marvel at the way this tiny bird can do this without creating any damage at all to flowers.

Then I thought about how the Psalmist wrote that God carefully collects each one of our tears and keeps them in a bottle. If the Eternal One can carefully “collect” our sorrows from the recesses of our heart (with the measured precision of a hummingbird); what about our joys, our dreams, and our laughter?

Jesus said, “Come to Me all you who are thirsty” and drink of the Living Water of his Presence. Perhaps the Spirit of God loves to do likewise with the richly unique nectar of the essence of each one of us (as varied as the flowers of the field). As we offer up our hearts and trustingly give the Spirit access to our innermost being, perhaps we are another “Hummingbird’s” meal for the day.