Most summer mornings I spend a few minutes on the front porch of our hilltop home watching a pair of red-tail hawks that nest nearby. Effortlessly, they ride on outstretched wings, spiraling upward on elevators of warm air. Rarely do they flap their wings like the crows, woodpeckers, and finches.
Jealously I think of how I struggle just to catch up, much less mount up. Do those majestic birds ever hurry or fret or doubt their divinely appointed ability to soar?
Inevitably, a black-chinned hummingbird bursts into my reverie, darting to the feeder to jab a rival hummer already sipping breakfast. How furiously they flap their tiny wings, hovering and swooping like miniature swash-bucklers amid ancient ship’s riggings. They rest just long enough to sip the ruby nectar, and then they’re at it again.
Oh, what a hummingbird heart I have! Always rushing, doing, squeezing more into my day than I should. I’m not good at waiting. I’d much rather be doing, going, working.
In the gentle whir of the hummingbird wings God’s whispers: Only in waiting on Me will you mount life’s circumstantial skies.
If I can stop flapping my spiritual wings long enough to feel the lift of His patient presence, then maybe I too will mount up and soar.
Don’t live as a spiritual hummingbird, beating yourself silly in an attempt to stay above it all. Spread your wings of faith and trust the Holy Spirit who does the real work in your life.
“Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him … do not fret—it only causes harm.” —Psalm 37:7, 8
Author/speaker Davalynn Spencer followed the writer’s path from the newspaper crime beat and professional rodeo circuit to college classrooms and national publication. Her inspirational romance, The Rancher’s Second Chance, is available August 2013 from Heartsong Presents. Davalynn and her husband live along Colorado’s Front Range with their Queensland heeler, Blue. www.davalynnspencer.com