The hummingbird seems like a gift, and my enjoyment of that gift the appropriate response. But it's not only an appropriate response, in the sense of being the 'right' thing to do for some categorical reason. It's also a life-giving response. To be filled with joy makes me more alive. I'm guessing that the quality of my life is directly proportional to the things that I am able to enjoy. Smling at the hummingbird connects my soul to the goodness of the universe; it also enlarges my heart.
This morning Dan read the verse from Psalm 81:10 "I am the Lord your God, who brought you up out of Egype. Open wide your mouth and I will fill it with good things." The psalm continues by saying that the Israelites would not submit - isn't that interesting? to use the word "submit" in the context of receiving something good from God. I remember when my children would clam up tight at swallowing some medicine, perhaps remembering the taste from a previous experience. But I never remember them pursing their lips or turning away from ice cream, or cinnamon buns or fresh green beans. Why did they, why do we close our mouths from receiving the good things that God has for us? I don't know the answer - perhaps we are deceived. Perhaps we get busy chasing our own whirlwinds. Perhaps we get confused by what's really good for our souls. Perhaps we forget to enjoy the gift of hummingbirds.