On a not too hot summer day with lots of sunshine and low humidity, we were exploring a quaint little shoreline town. The whole vibe was creative with local artists filling boutiques with one of a kind pieces of art. Resale shops and restaurants lined the bay. Good company, food, fun and laughter filled the day. I was with family … my husband, two sisters, their husbands and my youngest son and his girlfriend. The day couldn’t have been more perfect.
We took a walk on the pier, had lunch on the waterfront, visited a couple more shops and then headed toward the car. As we passed a boutique where I spotted a candle earlier, I told the group that I was going to go inside to purchase it. They said that they’d meet me in the car that was just a few feet from the store.
I walked over to the candle section and noticed the sky getting dark out the side window. What is happening, I thought. The bright blue sky was turning gray quickly. As the lights went out in the store, I followed the other customers to the window. The wind was shaking the little shop. As I looked outside, I saw trees being uprooted by the wind and thrown to the ground, people were trying to run for cover but the wall of rain and wind pushed against them and they began to fall or be lifted up and tossed around like rag dolls. That’s when I saw my family race away in our vehicle. They left me behind. Customers clutched each other and began to cry.
Trying to console them I yelled, “Look for your rainbow! Look for your rainbow!”
I saw light on the the other side of the store, ran toward the windows in that space and I exclaimed, “Look, look!” I turned in their direction, “Come here,” and they ran over to me. Out that large picture window in front of us were rolling green hills, dotted with flowers and birds and butterflies flying about. The sun was rising behind the hills brighter and brighter. Over the sun a colorful rainbow arched over the expanse of the sky.
Look for your rainbow! Look for your rainbow! Look for your rainbow! It was a mantra that I kept repeating as I woke up from that dream in the wee hours of the morning.
It was July, 2017 and a year and a half after my husband’s bone marrow transplant. He would be prepped for open heart surgery soon. I jumped out of bed to get ready to drive to the hospital repeating the phrase, look for your rainbow, look for your rainbow. I held onto the hope that it would come after the storm.
There have been many rainbows to light up our sky in the last 7 years as Bob and I have weathered many storms with his health.
Last night I drove to the hospital in a literal storm. My windshield wipers were working overtime but with the sheets of rain coming down it was hard to see clearly. With the wind howling, thunder roaring and lightning flashing I prayed behind the ambulance that was transporting my husband to the hospital.
Make a way, Lord. I cannot not see ahead in this literal storm nor can I see my way clear in yet another circumstantial storm. You are my WayMaker, you are our WayMaker. I trust you again and again and yet again.
So here we are. In another storm of life but I am looking for my rainbow and my Abba Father will bring hope out of this seemingly hopeless situation. I’ve seen it before and I’ll see it again. With each storm He has been good to us and He will be good again. That’s His promise. I not only see it in every rainbow after every storm but through the storms.
I took the featured photo over the lake near my home.