The Rainbow

I found a rainbow!

Granted, it’s not a REAL rainbow, but a rainbow, none the less. I love them all!

A rainbow has always, for me, been God’s way of saying, “It’s gonna be okay”. It seems, during some of the most trying of times, a rainbow will show it’s colorful face.

Some of you have heard first hand, some only in brief by another and a few were here to witness this up close and personal story of my rainbow.  This has spread far and wide across this great country. And it has a new meaning for more than a few.

During my Dad’s last day with us, I watched over him closely. Knowing his time was near and I knew he was waiting…

Waiting for me to tell him it’s okay to go.

How do you tell someone you hold so dear that it’s okay to move on?

On to a place where there is no sorrow or pain. Where everything is new again. Where Jesus will lead you to see God’s glorious face.

I decided to ask God for guidance. “Give me the words to say, and please, without the tears,” I asked.

I mustered up the strength and went into his room. I pulled up a stool and sat down. Although he was unable to respond, I knew he could hear me.

 I talked awhile as if he were fully aware and able to respond. I ended the conversation by saying, “When you get to heaven, tell God to send me a rainbow.”

Unable to hold back the tears any longer, I left the room. Daddy quietly passed a short time later.

 

I told only a handful of people my last words to Dad. And put it in the back of my mind. Not giving it a second thought. I also knew I wouldn’t see a rainbow until the day of the funeral. I can’t tell you how, I just knew.

The morning of the funeral, the sun was shining, it was a beautiful springlike day. I wasn’t thinking about the rainbow. I had faith that at some time it would appear. It’s like the sunrise, you don’t think about it, it just happens. That’s how I felt about the rainbow.

About 8:30 am, a knock came at my front door. A man identifying himself as a “Balloon Chaser” said that a hot air balloon has landed in my pasture. And asked if he may drive out there to pick up the balloon, gondola and its occupants.

“Of course, you may!” And I explained how to get there. I went back inside to the other side of my house to see this balloon.

There it was, 100 feet in the air, standing proudly, was this hot air balloon.

 

At first, I was awed by the balloon itself, just to see if up so close. It wasn’t until I had beckoned everyone in the house to “Come see the balloon”, that I realized the vivid rainbow colors.

God had sent my rainbow in the form of a hot air balloon!

I had only seen a handful of rainbows in my life prior to this.

Within the two years since the day the rainbow landed in my pasture, I have seen more rainbows than I had in all the previous years, combined.

It was, and continues to be, my Dad’s last testament on this earth. Proving there is a God and my Dad is sitting next to him, watching over me!

Now, I’m going rainbow hunting. I’ll let you know the next time I find one. In whatever form it may be.

Do you have any rainbow stories you’d like to share?

I would love to hear them!