Life has a way of raining on all of us at one time or another, and sometimes it seems that we are walking not just through the rain but through a shower of tears. In every teardrop, though, there is a rainbow, and the rainbow is a sign of love and blessing and promise from God.
Jesus promises never to leave nor forsake us, and his presence brings light into everything. Light through water brings a prism of co,our, a rainbow. So, dear Lord, take this great big teardrop through which we are walking and reveal the rainbow in it. Many times we miss the beauty and the blessing of our circumstances because our focus is too much on the circumstances. Sometimes we feel the most alive when we are tested, having to do things we really don't want to do, go places we really don't want to go, but if our faith is strong and our hope is sure, we will see the rainbow through the tears.
May we find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow today. All of us.
A California girl from a hot beach city marries a country loon from the cold northeast of Scotland, and she's spent the last three decades making sense out of life there. Reflections on a rural lifestyle, on identity issues and the challenges of moving so far from home,from a Christian viewpoint.
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