Remind me to talk about the hummingbird...

I think I've said in here before that I like the rain. I really do. I like the sound it makes as it taps against my window. When I have to walk out in it, I don't really mind as long as I have a jacket or an umbrella. I like to feel the water on my face and hands. I don't really like thunderstorms as much, but I like lightning (much to my sister's chagrin, cause she hates thunder and screams at me to stop when I stand at the window during a rain storm). As long as there'll be sunshine later on, I'm happy.

So as you can guess, I was pretty happy today. :D I know hurricane season already officially started, so I shouldn't be that surprised, but they're starting early, aren't they?

I'm reading Job again. This is the fifth time, I think, that I've read the whole book, and the third just by itself (rather than as one of my "Read the whole Bible, even that boring Leviticus" projects). I remember the first time I read the whole thing...I had heard in church that Job was an example for us to follow cause all that bad stuff happened to him, yet he didn't curse God. So I read how he had all that stuff and then everything was gone in a matter of days, and I was impressed. Then I got close to the end, read God's response, and I was all like "Whoa..." Picture a 10-year-old sitting with a Bible, going, "Man...God told Job off." Then I realized that Job wasn't this perfect saint, although he did better than a lot of people would in his situation...than I would've done in that situation.

Anyway, I'm reading the first chapter (I plan to read it verrry slooowly), and I got to the part where Satan accuses Job. "Yes, Job fears God, but not without good reason! You have always protected him and his home and his property from harm. You have made him prosperous in everything he does. Look how rich he is! But take away everything he has, and he will surely curse you to your face!" (Job 1:9-11)

I'm going to be honest. Reading that was painful. Cause I didn't get half the things I have taken from me...and I cursed God to his face. Well, not literally, but by refusing to trust him and bewailing my sorry state of affairs, I might as well have. Basically, I did worse than Job, but a lot of it was similar. Job may not have cursed God, but he cursed ever being born. So yeah, God got mad. It's like someone throwing a present you gave them in the trash in your face... I should be happy with what I have, cause it's a lot, and it's more than what I had before.

But to explain the title. I keep forgetting to write about this. When I was all mopey and stuff, I was sitting out on the porch at the back of my house, right next to the propane tank (now that's country XD ). My dad had made me so mad that I just had to get out of the house for a while. Anyway, as I was sitting there with ugly thoughts, really ugly thoughts, something in my peripheral vision caught my eye, and I turned my head.

There, hovering in front of the propane tank, was a little hummingbird. You have to understand, hummingbirds don't usually hang out where I live. In fact, that was the first time I had ever seen a real hummingbird. It must've been attracted to the hum of the propane tank, because it didn't even get scared when I moved suddenly, but it just stayed there, so I got a really good look at it. It wasn't one of those rainbow hummingbirds like I had seen in pictures, but it was the prettiest shade of sea green and it was so small and cute... I think if I had seen a rainbow hummingbird, I wouldn't have liked it as much. My hummingbird was a subdued color, and to me, it was like God was saying, "I understand. But try to cheer up." So I smiled, and then it flew away. I know it's a little silly, but I really think God sent me that hummingbird that day.