I held a tiny hummingbird in my hand today. Such a magnificent little jewel with a heartbeat. Addled by the impact of a glass door, no choice but to rest in my palm. This, only days after saving a baby bird from a culvert that it had managed to fall into; mama bird waiting overnight for her baby to be rescued by the strong hand of a man. She waited right by his side, trusting him. Knowing that he was there to help.
These fragile little creatures of wonder. With wings too weak to fly.
I just now got the message, Lord.
When my wings are too weak....... rest in the strong hands of the One who made us all, big and small.