This evening, I found myself drawn to the front porch...the air heavy with the promise of rain, the clouds just starting to roll in. I brought out my devotional and coffee, not expecting a holy moment, but that’s exactly what I got.
I sat in the stillness, the kind that only comes right before a storm, when everything seems to pause. I could hear the low rumble of thunder in the distance...strong, mighty, commanding attention. At the same time, the soft flutter of wings caught my ear. A hummingbird zipped past, delicate and determined, making its way to our flower bush just a few feet from me.