Last evening in Virginia. No other words needed. ❤❤❤. Love, Lisa
On a day like today, even the trees seem to be groaning, yearning, reaching, stretching for Heaven. It’s like they can’t get close enough to the beauty of what God has created.
I have been filled with a strange and strong longing this week. Yearning for something. The weather has been so gorgeous, and you would think this would produce the opposite effect. Yet this kind of jaw-dropping beauty stands in stark juxtaposition to the ugliness I am seeing on the news. It illuminates the difference between the Here and the What Will Be so clearly. I love being alive on days like this, love experiencing all the amazing blues, and greens, and bird songs. Yet I know that so much better is waiting in God’s Heaven, where there is no more pain, no more weeping, no more conflict. Thus, the groaning.
“We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the first-fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly, as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved.” – Romans 8:22-24a
I am truly thankful that Jesus will make all things right and new when He returns. I am waiting eagerly. Love, Lisa
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
A tiny, friendly hummingbird looked at me through the window yesterday evening. He didn’t seem particularly afraid as he gazed at me. His small body stayed still as his wings moved with unimaginable speed.
In my mind, I imagined that he was reminding me to fill the front hummingbird feeder, as it is getting low. Such are the thoughts of an animal personifier. 🙂
I am thankful for life’s reminders:
- My wedding ring to remind me of the best husband in the world
- Spring flowers after the harsh winter to remind me that God makes all things new, even things I think are past hope.
- The check engine light so I don’t ignore my trusty car past fixing.
- Memories of childhood….riding bikes, cartwheels in the yard, reading The Hobbit on repeat, playing badminton in the backyard till dark…to remind me of how to have fun and really relax.
- My dog dinging his metal food bowl up against his water bowl, to remind me that he needs more food.
- Memories of all the times God has rescued me through the years, pulled me out of unimaginable pits, to remind me that He is faithful and will never leave me nor forsake me.
So now, I am going to refill the hummingbird feeder.
Enjoy your day and all the little reminders. Love, Lisa
Several days ago, I was privileged to watch an amazing ant for almost an hour. He carried an enormous seed pod that had a larger circumference than his whole body. It was so large that the ant would fall forward with the weight of it as he walked forward.
You would think he would give up, abandon it, and find something else to carry home. But not this ant. He found new ways to walk, turning sideways, inching forward, using the weight of the pod to propel him forward in a sideways manner. On and on, until he had traversed the entire length of our front porch.
I was transfixed. I couldn’t stop watching him and marveling at his progress, his tenacity, his ingenuity. I cheered him on, and vowed to protect him from errant footsteps of dog or man. He was a true inspiration to me in those minutes.
I don’t know where he is now; I finally lost sight of him as he descended the porch to the ground. But his lessons remain in my mind.
-I can do bigger things than I think I can, with God’s strength.
-I can find new ways to do things that are challenging by using my imagination.
-I must never, ever give up.
“Go to the ant, you sluggard; consider its ways and be wise!” – Proverbs 6:6
“Four things on earth are small, yet they are extremely wise; ants are creatures of little strength, yet they store up their food in the summer.” – Proverbs 30:24-25
“Whatever you do, , work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men.” – Colossians 3:23
Thank you, God, for letting this little ant cross our porch that day. Your creation always speaks clearly and beautifully. Love, Lisa