A wispy hummingbird flew passed by me this morning while I was in the garden praying. Behind it, followed yet another—minuscule and as brightly colored as the first. They hovered around me like a fleeting melody. Swoon—they swam the air imitating a vessel mastering invisible waves. I watched. I marveled. My heart yearned for God.
All of a sudden, a divine assurance trickled through my mind and into my heart and soul—One day in Paradise; a hummingbird's tremor on the palm of my hand; music off the top of my head as two of these small hovering birds played with my hair. I saw me; my face turned up to the sky; laughing; joy crowing my head.
With a heart filled with gratitude and wonder, I sat by the patio table and opened my Bible randomly. I read: "Those the LORD has rescued will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads" (Isaiah 51:11).