I can't help it...
Struck by hope is the only way to describe it.
I wish I'd had a camera with me, but I didn't so you just have to imagine the full, double arc of color over my head when I got out of church this afternoon. With the sun filtering through the residual clouds leftover from the smattering of rain, I saw God.
What an awesome sign of promise that is!
He doesn't forget me. Not when I forget Him. Not when I've lost all sense of direction. When my husband is gone or my kids are driving me crazy, when I can't seem to write a single word or my health feels so out-of-wack, I'll have that rainbow just like Noah did after all that rain and flooding.
Have a great new week friends,