I've always loved rainbows. In fact, I've seen a rainbow just about anytime something amazing is about to happen in my life.
My favorite rainbow story is told by my sister Clytie. A tremendous storm had swept over the sea. Clytie, adventerous soul that she is, went for a long walk along the storm-tossed ocean. Suddenly sunlight burst through the clouds and a vivid rainbow appeared. To Clytie's great astonishment, the rainbow stretched from the skies above, reflected down upon the rain-streaming beach, flowing to touch the tips of her shoes, then flung back up to the skies creating a huge circle of brilliant color. Someday I shall draw the wonderful word picture she painted.
But there is more to the story of the rainbow. The very first rainbow appeared when Noah and his family came out of the great ark. The world as they knew it was destroyed. Their lives would never be the same. Yet they still gave thanks to God for keeping them safe. In response, God promised them He would never flood the earth again. And as a token of His promise, He set a rainbow in the skies.
So every time I see a rainbow, brilliant with color and promise, I remember the blessing of the rainbow. God always keeps His promises.