In a study of Genesis, I listened to a pastor taking about rainbows. He spoke about the scientific definition of the rainbow: A beautiful multicolored arch in the sky caused by the reflection and refraction of the rays of the sun shining on falling rain.
Then, of course, he spoke of the biblical significance: The rainbow as a token of the covenant which God made with Noah when he came out of the ark that the waters should no more become a flood to destroy all of humanity.
The rainbow in the sky is the “sun in the storm” AND the “son in the storm.” The son, my Lord and savior.
Today, more than two years since Ian left us after an eight-month battle with cancer, I live my life under the Rainbow.
The storm, I fear, will never completely blow over.
There will always be clouds in my sky; the unrelenting soul-crushing missing that happens when you lose your child.
But, now and then, when the conditions are just right, the sun shines into my clouds and creates surprising beauty.
At first, it is faint … just a light hue of color as I gaze onto the faces of those I love and a glimmer of hope falls over me. Yet, slowly but surely, over time, I find myself in moments of vibrant colors. I am surprised to find that my smile is real, my laugh is deep and a sense of happiness feels true.
But there is no weather forecast on this journey.
Today, it may rain, the sun may come out, or — on the best of days — the rain and the sun may interact to create a rainbow over me.
Those days have tears and pain brought on by bittersweet memories. And, they have hope and love brought on by — those very same memories.
We walk in faith, looking forward to a day of reunion with Ian and all our loved ones who already call Heaven, home. I thank the Lord for his faithfulness to walk with me through this storm and for the rainbows that cover me.
Gift of God : Ian Coronas 
Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She’ll know I’m safe with you when
She stands under my colours, oh and
Life ain’t always what you think it oughta be, no
Ain’t even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life,
Well, I’ve had just enough time
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Beautiful illustration. 💕
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Thank you for taking a moment to read and comment♡
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Indeed, Kathleen, we have felt the sharp knife of a short life. Yet, they are safe with the Lord♡ God bless.
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My nephew got married in December in Turks & Caicos. He and my daughter were very close. She passed in September 2015, but I could not stop the tears during the ceremony as she should have been there. I’ve been to weddings since, but SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN AT THIS ONE! My son threatened to never get married if I was going to cry like that at his wedding. It wasn’t a blubbering obnoxious cry, just uncontrollable tears. I told him that I certainly would, but that I would also cry if he never got married. Just after the ceremony there was a full rainbow which was perfect for Brandon & Allyson, but thinking back, now makes a perfect picture for me given your post. Thank you.
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Since we lost Ian, I have become accustomed to quiet tears flowing in many different places. Like you, it’s never obnoxious…it just flows and there is no control over the tears. I did have one incredibly difficult incident and that was at my nephew’s son’s 1st birthday party. My nephew was like a brother to my sons. I tried to quietly leave- I was so overwhelmed. It was so, so hard. I thought the same thing that you did…he should be here! That could be him with his one-year old. He loved children. Only through the grace of God do we get through these days. I see rainbows so differently now. I’ll never take them for granted again. God bless…
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BEUATIFUL!!! thanks for sharing💜
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Thank you, Kristin♡
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