Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Psalm 84:3
I set up a new prayer space this summer on my back deck. Every day I sit there with my Bible and journal trying to spend time with God. But like the child who gets distracted by a butterfly, all my efforts get derailed by the pair of hummingbirds that visit my feeder.
It’s mesmerizing to watch them, with their wings batting 53 beats per second. They dip in to feed and then fly up to be sure I’m staying put, over and over and over again.
I guess I’ve earned their trust over the past month. They actually perch on the feeder now, just a few feet away from me. The best is when they play together, swirling and twirling mid-air as if dancing for me.
Sometimes twenty minutes can go by without me reading even a single word in my Bible. I get lost in wonder, overwhelmed by gratitude for the magic that unfolds before me every day. Then I’ll snap to, reprimand myself for being so distracted, and try to refocus on God and prayer again.
Yesterday, the distraction literally doubled and had me seeing things in a whole new light.
Believe it or not, there were four hummingbirds yesterday, all at once! The whir of all those wings grabbed my attention like never before, re-framing the distraction. I suddenly realized I wasn’t getting distracted from God, I was being distracted by God.
As they darted around my backyard, there was no denying they’re divinely created by Him. He knows I have no affinity to lizards or spiders. Although He did create them, they evoke repulsion and fear.
But hummingbirds? They’re majestic and stunning, an aerodynamic marvel that could never be created by human hands. They’re playful and delicate, inspiring and breathtaking. And when one comes and hovers two feet in front of me, looking me in the eye as if to say hello, I’m overwhelmed and humbled beyond words.
Every emotion a hummingbird inspires in me is the same emotion I have when I feel God’s presence deep in prayer. Recognizing the connection now, I realize that God is visiting me daily, through my hummingbirds.
I don’t have to feel guilty about not finding Him in prayer. I don’t have to strive by searching Him out in His Word. All I have to do is sit on my back deck, sip my coffee, and praise Him while watching the show.
Questions for Reflection:
- What in nature distracts me beyond reason?
- Could that be God showing up for me in a mesmerizing way?