The moment came and went so quickly that I didn't have a chance to snap an pic, so this is about as close as I could get to representing that stitch in time.
As is our Sunday custom, we visited Logan's grave site this afternoon. Just as we were getting ready to drive off, Adam suddenly pointed out the window.
So I looked, and hovering right over Logan's spot was a little hummingbird. It hovered in place for just a moment, feverishly flapping its tiny wings, before it headed off to its next destination.
It felt like a special moment, so I looked up the meaning of hummingbirds and discovered that they're sometimes viewed by Christians as symbols of the resurrection of Christ.
A lovely, pointed little reminder --and encouragement-- that though the clouds may come and storms may rage, life continues on beyond what we can see.
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