I gazed gratefully out the prayer window at the dappled sky,
while the sun played tag with the rain-heavy clouds. As I watched, a faint
rainbow appeared on the horizon, growing fatter, more vibrant as I watched, but
not extending further than a third into the arc. Gradually, it disappeared and
left a canvas of greys and blues and shades of white.
I am gazing gratefully at the day ahead. There are things in
it which shine like a rainbow; there are other things which loom like a deep
grey cloud.
God is in them all. Before a prayer is on my lips, he has
heard it. He knows the desires of my heart. He is faithful. His rainbow is his
reminder, his seal. He is so good.
May there be rainbows in all of our lives today, linking the
tears with the joy. In every teardrop, there is a rainbow. His promise.
No comments:
Post a Comment