by Nan Jones   @NanJonesAuthor

The sweet nectar beckons to the hummingbird. He hovers, his internal engine sounding at full throttle. Bowing his head, he laps from the sugary goodness my hand has provided as sunlight glistens on his ruby red breastplate.

The hummingbirds anticipate the nectar I provide for them. They bob and dart about with delight when it’s time to feed. Even after a long cold winter, the little hummers remember where to find the nectar come spring. I anticipate their arrival as much as they look forward to my provision.

The Lord is like this. Anticipating our arrival, I mean.

Especially after long, cold winters of the soul.

Psalm Nineteen refers to the Word of God – His commandments and judgments – as being sweeter than the honey in the honeycomb. Perfect nutrition. Perfect life-sustaining properties. A delight for the weary, parched spirit.

Oh that we would hover at full throttle over His Word and drink deeply of His love.

Hovering. Bowing. Feasting at His table.

“O God, You are my God; 
Early will I seek You; 
My soul thirsts for You; 
My flesh longs for You in a dry and thirsty land where there is no water. So I have looked for You in the sanctuary 
to see Your power and Your glory.” 
~ Psalm 63:1-2 

Selah…pause and think about it.
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