I’m racing about, scrubbing floors and making beds, and my cell phone rings and rings. Who has time to chat at a time like this?
Besides, it’s storming outside and my beautifully raked lawn is now a tangle of leaves and branches. Everything was supposed to be perfect as my family arrives for Thanksgiving.
Nothing is going to be perfect. I know this.
I check the voice mail and a neighbor chirps: “Go outside! There’s a rainbow sitting on top of your house!”
The phone rings again. It’s my husband. “Go outside! There’s a rainbow! Show the girls!”
We stop everything and observe this glorious display. It doesn’t matter how anything else looks right now because there’s a rainbow over me. And it’s now a double rainbow, barely visible, but there.
I marvel at that sign of God’s goodness and love, that sign of peace. It’s over me, barely visible, but there.
There’s a rainbow over you right now.
A double serving of Thanksgiving peace.