Hummingbird witness

Coming for a drink

Coming for a drink

A few short minutes after I hung the feeder on my porch this summer, hummingbirds showed up for a drink.

I had been noticing the tiny birds darting around our front window as soon as the weather started getting warmer. It was as if they remembered the sweet red liquid from the year before and came right back with expectation.

Now as summer is growing increasingly short, I’ve been remiss to continue filling the feeder with nectar. It’s been several weeks since I’ve mixed the sugar water for the hummingbirds, and I thought they’d scout out new digs for a tasty drink. Yet, several times a day, the same hummingbirds come back and flit toward the feeder, hoping for a drink.

They just keep coming.

Watching these hummingbirds touch down for a drink, returning again and again, challenges me in my faith.

I need to persist in prayer.
Jesus tells a parable in Luke 18:1-8 about a woman who refused to give up in receiving justice, and repeatedly came before a wicked judge with her request. She kept coming, and kept asking, and the judge eventually gave in to her request just to get her to stop! This woman was determined for justice to prevail, and she would not stop until the judge did what was right.

Just as the hummingbirds keep coming back to the feeder, God wants me to persist in prayer. If even a bad judge will finally relent, how much more will my Savior respond with His faithful love? I must keep praying, and let God shape my heart and my circumstances.

Keep asking, and it will be given to you. Keep searching, and you will find. Keep knocking, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who searches finds, and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
– Matthew 7:7-8

I need to be satisfied with every taste of God’s goodness.
A Greek woman approached Jesus with great need. Her precious daughter was possessed by a demon, and though this woman wasn’t a Jew, she knew only Jesus could save her baby girl. Matthew and Mark record in their gospels that the woman came near and kept asking Jesus to heal her daughter, to the point that the disciples wanted Jesus to send her away because she was making such a commotion.

He said to her, “Allow the children to be satisfied first, because it isn’t right to take the children’s bread and throw it to the dogs.”

But she replied to Him, “Lord, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.”
– Mark 7:27-28

The woman knew just a taste of Jesus’s words, just a touch of His power, would transform her family. She was willing to be fed crumbs under the table if that meant experiencing God’s healing and grace.

Even though my feeder is essentially empty, the hummingbirds continue to come for the hope of just a taste of nectar, just a sip to satisfy. Jesus saw the woman’s faith in her response, her humility and her hope, and healed her daughter that very moment. Help me have that kind of belief, Lord, and be grateful for every morsel You give!

I need to cling to Jesus with expectation.
My hummingbirds won’t leave. They know that feeder is a source for food, even if it is delayed.

During Jesus’s ministry here on earth, a point came when many who had followed Him struggled with His teachings. The road of discipleship became difficult, and they bailed.

Therefore Jesus said to the Twelve, “You don’t want to go away too, do you?”

Simon Peter answered, “Lord, who will we go to? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and know that You are the Holy One of God!”
– John 6:67-69

Jesus was Peter’s source for life. He is my life, too. He is who I need most in this world. I won’t leave because He is my salvation.

The hummingbirds even now circling my porch have it right. They will not give up. They keep coming with expectation. They continue to act on their hope.

I want that same witness. Jesus will never fail me. My life’s story should prove I believe it.

Now, it’s time to fill the feeder.

I am not the story. He is.

illuminate

I haven’t written much lately.

I’ve been thinking.

I’ve been questioning. Searching. Wandering. Wondering.

I don’t have all the answers. More exists that I don’t know than I know.

And God is teaching me contentment in the not knowing.

My ambition has stalled, and my dreams delayed. In the stillness, in the silence, God is emptying me so I can be filled. His plans can be written on my heart only when I stop trying to write it for myself.

During a conversation with Jesus, the disciple Thomas questioned, “Lord, we don’t know where you are going, so how can we know the way?” Thomas voiced what everyone was thinking. Perhaps you’ve wanted to ask Jesus that too. God, what are you doing? Where are you taking me? What is happening? What am I supposed to do? Which way should I go? How can I make it?

Jesus answered Thomas, and Jesus answers me and you.

“I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”

Jesus is my way. Jesus is my truth. Jesus is my life.

God will often strip away our distractions to help us see Him. To allow us the joy of knowing that He is enough. That He is everything.

God gives to us such beauty in dichotomy. When we are weak, He is strong. When sin’s ugliness enslaved us, His grace set us free. We were lost, and He found us. We were dead, and He breathed His life into us.

He has saved us and called us with a holy calling, not according to our works, but according to His own purpose and grace, which was given to us in Christ Jesus before time began. (1 Timothy 1:9)

I am not the story. He is. He saved me. He called me. He gave me purpose before light first shone on the earth.

Jesus is my way through the questions and the uncertainty. His way is perfect.

LORD, You are my lamp;
the LORD illuminates my darkness.
With You I can attack a barrier,
and with my God I can leap over a wall.
God—His way is perfect;
the word of the LORD is purse.
He is a shield to all who take refuge in Him.
For who is God besides the LORD?
And who is a rock? Only our God.
God is my strong refuge;
He makes my way perfect.
(2 Samuel 22:29-33)