He appeared suddenly at my Bay Window one late summer morning. He hovered there, his little wings beating according to what our Creator God ordained. He seemed to want to come in as he watched me from only a few feet away.
Then the gentle voice of God, which I so love, spoke through him… “Thank you for feeding me”, He whispered. I have seen him numerous times receiving his nourishment from my flowers on the deck.
My God has also given me numerous fruit trees where deer come and feed upon…and then they rest under their shade. They feel safe here, you know. And what of the two orphan cats I have and I also feed the frightened stray…Suddenly, it was if all of these creatures were thanking me for the love that He has given me for them, which allows them to come here to feed and rest in safety.
My thoughts then traveled to the numerous places I have been able to share my writings with God’s weary sojourners. Then it was if God spoke again through them… “Thank you for feeding us”, He whispered again. And I am so grateful for the unspeakably priceless privilege of being able to lift up a grieving, or fearful, or discouraged heart.
And, who am I, oh my God, that you would grace me with such privilege? I don’t have the answer to that. But, I do know that the healing of my broken heart has begun and that He is bringing something beautiful out of the suffering of my soul.
I rest in Your love; my God...I rest in Your tender care
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I've enjoyed seeing humming birds this year, too. Your wisdom here says it all, "I am so grateful for the unspeakably priceless privilege…" Then, "the healing of my broken heart" comes through service. Love that thought! Thank you for sharing this piece. I've been blessed.
