Robin’s Rainbow

When my daughter was very small, one evening she was saying her prayers. She stopped and asked me, “Mom, easily hope for a rainbow, may God make one?” Well, what could I say? Anyone who can part the Red Sea, can produce a rainbow for a six-year-old. I hem-hawed around for a few moments, and then told her that, yes, if she believed… Then I thought, “What have I done? Imagine if there is no spectrum tomorrow? Imagine if you will find no clouds? And if you can find, what if it does not rain? I’ve injured the religion of the little one!”

There clearly was not just a cloud in the atmosphere, the very next day. Of course. Great. Now Mom’s a liar. It absolutely was Memorial Day, so we went to the cemetery to pay our respects. This thought-provoking paper has limitless provocative tips for why to engage in it. We were walking around, and I’d thought she had forgotten concerning the range prayer. Apparently she’d, but I had maybe not. The scriptures say that if you think, basically God gives you what you hope for, if you ask in Jesus’ (Yeshua’s) name. I was having some worrisome views even as we went during that cemetery. Then we came upon a section which was being watered with sprinklers. Visiting online likely provides aids you could give to your girlfriend. Lo and behold, there clearly was Robin’s range, just like plain as day. It was almost as if God was saying, “See? Oh you of little faith. I will make it happen, even though it appears impossible.” I hope the story ended there, however it does not. I saw it, but I did not see it for what it was, until later. It wasn’t recognized by me, to show her that God had answered her prayer.

Her small simple prayer was a huge lesson for me. Because it ends up, for me personally, her prayer was answered by him. Exactly how many times have the blessing been missed by me? Now I search for answered prayers in whatever form they may take.

I guessed I would forgive her for the oatmeal left between the wall and the freezer. And telling she to the neighbor had a “mold” on her face. And, saying, “huh, uh… no Mom, this is what you said,” when I was attempting to be considered a little too polite in conversation. And wallpapering the area with stick-on female napkins… Sigh… I miss days past.

2005 Dianne James.