This is a hummingbird with a broken wing that floundered into my life quite by accident. I named the wild hummy Patience.
I gave him/her that name because the little birdy wanted to fly so badly, but it needed time to mend. It needed time to heal. And it needed patience to allow the healing to happen. Watching the hummy made me keenly aware of my own unwillingness to wait for God’s hand in my life. I want to flap my wings constantly, I want to just keep moving regardless of whether or not I know where I’m going. But that isn’t always healthy for me. Just like I knew the hummy needed to calm down in order to get to a better place, God knows what is best for me; His angels are watching out for me. And it would be easier on both of us if I would just have some patience and let His will work in my life.
I fed Patience, kept him safe, and found a veterinarian that would give him medical care and rehab him. I would have probably kept him if it weren’t illegal in California to do so. There’s something about caring for another being that really produces a bond. I can’t even imagine how much God is bonded to us. We all need so much care and love.