First of all….this is not a political post.
Secondly….nothing is something.
It has been many, many weeks since I have written in this poor neglected blog. I could give you an absurdly long list of reasons why, but I will spare you the excuses. Mostly, it was because of one big reason.
I felt I had nothing to say.
Nothing new, nothing of interest, nothing that would not offend someone, nothing that would fix the problems, nothing that encouraged.
But God opened up the thought to me this morning that nothing is still something. We all have something to say that is worthwhile, meaningful, helpful….even if it has been said a thousand times before. Because we are all individuals, going through this life in our own way. The lens of how we see life makes what we see, and say, and write, different yet helpfully the same.
My encouragement to any of you reading this? Your nothing is not nothing. It is something. Something very precious to God. Keep speaking, keep writing, keep hoping.
Watch this video of one of our resident hummingbirds, and we’ll talk afterwards. Make sure to have your sound up.
Ok…..what struck you about sweet little Howard the Hummingbird? Was he content and happy, drinking his sweet nectar in the feeder? Or did he seem nervous, agitated, borderline obsessed?
Howard has declared himself the hummingbird bully of the yard. He will not allow any other birds to come near ‘his’ feeder, will body slam them if they do, and sits there giving himself a neck crick constantly looking back and forth for offenders.
What really struck me as I watch him, is that Howard is not happy with his possession. He hardly drinks, he doesn’t fly much except for his body slamming, and he seems paranoid. I feel sorry for Howard. The possession seems to own him.
So, a cautionary tale for yours and my Monday morning. I pray we can enjoy and use and appreciate the things we own, and not obsess over them.
P.S., as a side note, listen to the happy tweeting birds in the background….a peaceful juxtaposition to poor Howard.
P.S.S., I love Howard….I just wish he could relax a bit and be kind to the other guys. 🙂 Love, Lisa
Yellow and red are two very different colors. They also have two very different meanings when driving. Yellow means to slow down, take caution, proceed when safe. Red means to come to a complete and full stop.
Too many times in my life, I have come to a yellow light, a temporary roadblock, and I let it completely stop me. Something in my life that should only briefly curtail me, derails me.
Yellow is not red. Proceed when the way is clear.
As my morning inspiration, I include a video of little Timmy from Donegal Donkey Sanctuary in Ireland, which I have shared before.. He was born with two severely deformed back legs, but now, due to wonderful care and vet expertise, good hoof orthotics, and lots of God’s grace, he is four years old and doing wonderfully. Timmy didn’t let the yellows in his life derail him. He is full out green.❤
Yellow is not red. Love, Lisa
P.S. If you feel so inclined, http://www.donegaldonkeysanc.com is a wonderful place of healing and rest for neglected and abandoned donkeys. We “adopted” Timmy this year, and I know they would appreciate any help you could give them during this challenging Covid season..
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” ~Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie
When I was three, I spent an entire summer trying to fly, and I was sure that I could. Everyday I climbed atop my dog’s house, 3 or 4 feet off the ground, and I would close my eyes. I would feel the wind under my arms, my body, and imagine lifting off the ground in flight. I would jump with full expectation of lifting and staying off the ground, each time I tried. I had, and still have, dreams of flying, wonderful dreams of weightless joy.
And I will fly one day, of that I have no doubt. I will fly with the angels, in the Heavens in the place that Jesus has prepared for me. No doubts, no weight, no sorrow, only effortless joy and praise.
My prayer is that God will continue to help me fly while I’m on this earth as well. That He will give me the strength to mount up with wings of eagles as I look into His wonderful face.