Be Like a Hummer

I love hummingbirds. They constantly astound me. Awhile ago, during a pretty intense storm we stood at the windows and watched the trees whipping and branches falling. And the hummers. Those little birds didn't let the high winds and sheets of rain deter them—they zipped back and forth between the feeders and the trees, barely fazed by the storm.

At one point there were two hummers at a feeder and when the wind suddenly gusted, they both faced into the wind and kept flying. As I watched, I saw one drop closer to the ground and manage to slowly fly forward, but the other was pushed backward and into the trees that line the creek.

Both hummers kept flying until they were able to latch onto something. Then they were back to the feeders for another snack. Their persistence in the face of the storm wowed me. And shamed me. How many times do I get a little wind in my face and decide it's time for me to hunker down? And that's not even storm winds. In the storms of life I tend to head for my rock—the one I like to hide under. But that's not the rock we're supposed to run to.

When the storms of life come, we're to keep flying and get to our Rock. Yanno, our ROCK: Jesus.
The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer,
my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge;
my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.
~Psalm 18:2 NAS
When we run to that Rock, we can take refuge—hide—there with Him. That's very good news to me because I'm a hider.
He will cover you with His pinions,
and under His wings you may seek refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.
~Psalm 91:4 NAS

Knowing that I can run to my Rock and crawl under is so very comforting to me! When life's storms start howling, I can face into the wind and keep flying, just like those little hummers did, and fly back to my Heavenly Father. There, with the God of all comfort (2 Corinthians 1:3) I'm safe and secure under His wing.

So when the storm starts howling around you and the wind has life whipped into a frenzy, be like a hummer and just keep flying. Fly straight to Jesus, our ROCK and redeemer. He will tuck you close under His wing and shelter you from the storm. And like a hummer we can dart back and forth, safely, knowing that His eye is on us, ever watchful. Our rock, our fortress, our deliverer. What more could we ask for?


  1. What a perfect addition to the start of my day. Thank you, Patty. I truly appreciate this reminder, and shared so beautifully.

    1. Thanks so much for stopping by, Laurel. You brightened my day. =] Hugs!

  2. Love this, Peejers. Flying to Him.

    1. Thanks, JoDear. I was out watching the hummers again the other night. Incredible creatures!! Hugs!

  3. Saw the link to this post on Jennifer's blog and was intrigued. Wonderful comparison and encouragement! Thanks for reminding me where to fly to when I need strength, courage and protection!


    1. Edwina, thanks so much for stopping by--Jennifer is wonderful! Love that girl!!! =]

      Those hummingbirds amaze me. They're at the feeder outside my window now--constantly coming back for more. I want to be like them...

  4. Just saw some yesterday. So beautiful and I just love that thrumming of their wings.


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