Okay, I know you may not believe me when I tell you this. But here goes anyway. Today… just three weeks after seeing six rainbows in one day in Hawaii… I saw a 7th one just outside Houston, Texas. Then, about 10 minutes later, an 8th — and it was a DOUBLE rainbow! (To be fair, the 8th one may or may not have been the other end of the 7th, but since it was a double I’d say it counts as at least two today.) Regardless, the tally still sits at more than 7 rainbows during December, of all months. After the year I’ve had, I am choosing to believe that more than seven December rainbows is more than an unlikely coincidence. I am now convinced that these beauties are my own personal symbol of hope. (For those who didn’t read about the first six rainbows and why they meant so much to me, check out the December 21st post called This Ain’t Prettyville.)
I tried to get pictures of today’s rainbows with my camera phone to prove that I’m really not making this up. But I was riding in the car and could not get a shot of it to save my life! So you’ll just have trust me, I guess.
All I know is that I’m somewhere over the 7th rainbow, and skies may or may not be blue… but I sure do hope the song is right and the dreams that we dare to dream really do come true. I’m quite sure Isaiah 49:23 is right when the Lord promises, “…those who hope in me will not be disappointed.” I’m definitely not disappointed. That’s for sure.