Waking up

I was a grump-o-saurus this morning. Sore throat. Headache. Congestion. Lack of sleep. Not enough coffee. Had to go to work.

The usual.

But this morning, I just had, as my friend Erin would say, a “craptastic” attitude. I decided to take a few minutes before hopping in the shower to sit on the front porch in absolute silence (aside from the chirping of birds). I drank my coffee and allowed my puffy eyes to reopen and adjust to the morning light. I started talking to God.

“Look, I am going to need You to snap me out of this. I know this is ridiculous! There is no reason for me to be this way! I have tons of things to be thankful for. My life is awesome. What is wrong with me?”

Suddenly, I noticed three or four hummingbirds zipping in and out of the porch awning to sip on sugar-water. Their speed, of course, is amazing. But I noticed that the longer I watched them, the more tiny miraculous features I noticed. I noticed the way they cocked back their tiny heads in between sips. I saw one of them perch on the Ficus tree on the porch, on a limb that was nearly non-existent.

I realized that the hummingbirds had been there all morning. I’d just been paying attention to myself instead of them. I’d nearly missed them.

THAT is what was wrong with me.

I wasn’t focused on the right things.

Luckily, it was 7 a.m., and “His mercies are new every morning.” So I just started over. Since then, I’ve seen prayers bring about a miracle in my friend’s life this morning. I’ve noticed a bird’s nest in the parking lot of the restaurant where James and I went on our lunch date. I’ve seen old friends. I’ve heard about good things happening that I can be part of.

What a beautiful day.

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