It wasn’t news I wanted to hear. But there wasn’t anything I could do to change it.
I walked back to my desk. Overwhelmed. The waters rising, threatening to close in over my head. Sinking.
Too much. Too much.
Struggling, trying to float instead of sink. Except that struggling usually sends you downward. Floating requires trust that the water will hold you up.
I didn’t see it at first. Someone else drew it to my attention.
A rainbow – bright and glorious against a charcoal sky. It hung in the air outside my window.
Suddenly the waters receded, the darkness lifted and hope took its rightful place.
I love rainbows.
I love the colours; love their glorious beauty; love their elusiveness and the unexpected joy they bring.
I love that they remind me of God’s presence.
They speak to me of his faithfulness. They remind me that God is someone I can trust. Even in the storms of life.
Especially in the storms.
I’ve seen several rainbows in the last few days. A profusion of rainbow gifts, reminding me again of the Lord’s faithfulness as I choose to trust him and rest.
Return to your rest, my soul, for the LORD has been good to you. ~ Psalm 116:7