Yesterday, as I was driving to Barnes and Noble to write a little bit about Your Heart’s Desire, I realized today is Mother’s Day. As some of you know my mom passed away three months ago. And as the knowledge of this day dawned, as if on cue, rain began to fall. It was a soft, gentle spring rain. On the left side of the road, however, the sun shined through billowing clouds. And as thoughts of my mother branched through my mind, my heart thrummed with grief. Yet I knew, any second: “She’ll send a rainbow.” And sure enough, just when the pangs of hurt swelled into tears, a rainbow– low, and shimmering, bloomed across the sky. It was full—with the purple particularly radiant. I hurried to park the car to get out and stare. My heart leapt with gratitude.
The rainbow, that Promise of eternal life–of ever unfolding creation in spite of darkness and tears, spanned an iridescent bridge across the sky connecting Heaven and Earth. And it was beyond beautiful. It was my mother’s love stretching down in a gesture of flowering luminosity.
And then, after about ten minutes, it began to dissolve, and the backdrop of the dark, late afternoon sky stood steely grey. But the dark clouds had been touched. The colors were still there announcing themselves through the many rooms of those drifting castles, kissing the faces of any silken-clad angels sleeping on downy beds.
And I can keep moving. She sent a rainbow, and so I, in turn, send it to you. Obviously my Blackberry’s camera does not capture the brilliance of the rainbow’s triumphant gateway, but you get the idea.
So remember, when the going gets tough; when the hurt hurts; when the memories flood your chest and cast their fragrance through the rain of your tears, there is always Light; and there will always be rainbows. Glorious, heart strumming-mixtures of rain and sun, with the rain being just as crucial to these celebrations as the light. These Promises have been made for you, for me, for all of us. Pursue Your Heart’s Desire, find your true place in God’s Universe; find your voice and instrument in His choir of Love and His orchestra of Service—and shine. Let the Light catch your tears and through them proclaim rainbows of Hope to everyone you meet.
Copyright Joseph Anthony of the Wonder Child Blog