As the hummingbird returns over and over to the sweet nectar, so I return to You O Lord. You are the sweetest of nectars. Feeding me with nourishment that fuels my soul and fits me for eternity. The nectar that You give can be from the bitterest of flowers, but flowers none the less. So, as You were, we also your children are. We take it in as You see fit, trusting in You as our Father to use it to sustain, nourish, and grow your servants. Thank You for the grief that the stringent liquid causes us to even more long for You and for Your Kingdom. Grace, like nectar from the flower, infuses all of our being. Thank You for Grace, without it we would be nothing. Infuse us, Evoke in us grace, today.
"Hummingbirds show your glory to a lost and dying world.
Hovering over your creation their tiny wings, beating unfurled
As flags wave out a message of whom they belong,
These tiny fields of green and red beat out your constant song,
A message of grandeur, that takes place around your throne.
Open eyes, open hearts to see the Hummingbird’s Tome."
by Lynn Cross
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