Rainbow

After a long day of work, I listen to the Christian radio station KEYY and KLove to absorb what I can to feed my spirit. It's usually the only alone and awake time I get to myself these days, and so I try and make the most of my time.

The rain has been excessive these past few weeks but it has made the earth so vibrant and beautiful. While I hate driving home that long drive, I enjoy the view. God has created such a lovely place for us to live. The clouds that sit atop the flowing green hills, the sun that peeks through the bold clouds show their bright, strong rays as pointing out each landmark to me personally. And then there's the smell. Nothing compares, nothing but the rainbow amongst all this scenery.

The most awesome experience was over the weekend, when my daughter commented on the beautiful rainbow that was arched atop our neighborhood over the weekend. She said with all her innocence, "Does God live in the rainbow?" It was then that my husband was quick to answer her question with such a sweet tone in his voice that I don't hear very often, "It's God's promise to us to never let the earth flood again."

While Savannah looked confused at him as if to say, 'Isn't that just what I said?' my heart was instantly warmed and I felt God's arms wrap around our little family just then. We looked out the window a moment later and it was gone. I just smiled.

It's times like these that I cherish in my heart and I use to remind myself when I am not feeling so spiritually uplifted. Since God plants rainbows in the sky after a storm, why wouldn't he in our hearts?

Melancholy

Feeling melancholy today after the storm hit and am now waiting for it to pass. We were robbed yesterday - our basement window broke into. And yet there is something more to be seen here. I got a comment on a previous blog about my being spiritually thirsty and feeling the Spirit has left me. Now I realize I have never been without the Holy Spirit as I "thought" I was and was probably tricked many times He was not near.

Being melancholy due to what happened gets me to thinking of the good things. I am grateful I have what I do and am not without as others are, I am grateful that the situation wasn't worse, that my family wasn't hurt. If I look for bad, I'll find it, so I choose to be grateful regardless of the turmoil of broken windows and money that needs replaced. I hate to admit I went to bed last night irritated with my husband and how he is reacting and he irritated by me, but when I woke up this morning the Spirit reminded me of love, so I put all irritability of the situation aside and gave my husband a soft gesture to show him how I feel and that it is not us we are irritated at. Now what remains in me is trying to consume that a person has an inkling of desire to do this to someone else, how could they? Is it that I don't understand it because I don't ever have the desire to steal? This is the pain that I feel. So I'm left to imagine comparing my pain to Jesus' as he carried sin on that cross of his. The amount of one sin of one person who burglarized our home and times that by, oh I don't know, a gazillion? Now how does a mind consume that? It doesn't, it accepts it and tells the heart you are loved. Now for this I am grateful.