The Hand that Feeds…

A few years ago my daughter gave me an exquisitely beautiful, blown glass, hummingbird feeder. About to give up on seeing any of the precious little creatures this year, one tiny being has finally shown up. Oddly, just one. In previous years a handful would jockey for position and a chase would ensue. This little guy has my feeder all to himself .

Sitting as still as I possibly can I watch as he flutters around then alights to drink the sugar water. If I move much he wisks away. Yesterday morning as I sat with my coffee, feeling the warm sun on my face and basking in the glow of glittering sunshine across the water, he appeared.

Somehow in watching this beautiful little bird I was reminded of how we must appear to God. He lovingly provides for us and watches in pure love as we enjoy His gifts. Most of the time we are not even aware of all that we are gifted and that it is from our Creator. We flutter away in fear if we feel Him too close. It would never cross my mind to harm this vibrant little being. The God of all creation rejoices over us and would never harm us yet we are mistrusting. His gentle hand is always there…feeding us…singing over us in joy..and our water never runs dry. My glass container becomes empty at times like my bird feeder, fragile and needing to be refilled… in my quiet times He refills me with His unfailing love and mercy that is new every morning.

Take time today to alight and drink from the well that will never run dry! On this journey of life He is always with us❤️. Much love and light to you🌺🌞

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