Yesterday morning we saw a rather watery-looking sun for the first time for days. I went into the garden to survey the damage and in the front garden, completely untouched by the ferocious winds, was the native rosebush which was given to us by a family member It was a plant cut from the original bush which grew in a garden in Eleuthera for years, so it has very special significance to me, and there in the blooms was a very stunned-looking little hummingbird sipping from every single flower it could find. He looked as though he was desperate for food! When he turned and the sun caught his breast; he had an apron of the most brilliant magenta.
In the same bush was a bright orange and black butterfly. Where had these fragile creatures weathered this storm which had driven us into a poured-concrete bunker basement?
This sight was a powerful metaphor to me – God’s hand is stretched out still. The day after 120 mph winds blew through, here are these two most fragile of creatures on my special bush, when trees were downed all around them.
We truly serve an awesome God and He speaks loudest to me in these simple wonders in His creation. We truly ought not to fear anything.
The Origin of the Organic World – Part One