I want to capture a hummingbird with my lens. But he zips and dives and the sound of focus sends him zinging away on his Mach 2 wings. Disguised as a blur, he eludes me.
Somewhere, they’re making honey. But if they’ve chosen an inconvenient spot, someone will call for the beekeeper. They’ll be carried off captive to one of those white boxes I see in the valley and their work will be torn down.
I bite my lip when my work is torn down.
15 As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
16 When the wind has passed over it, it is no more,
And its place acknowledges it no longer.
17 But the lovingkindness of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him,
And His righteousness to children’s children,
18 To those who keep His covenant
And remember His precepts to do them.
Psalm 103:15-18 (NASB)
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