Rainbows, sunsets and sunrises have always given me a sense of peace and comfort. The rainbow is a reminder of God’s promise to Noah that the earth would never be destroyed by floods again as found in Genesis 9:12-15. Another reference of a rainbow is found in Revelation 10:1 which reads “Then I saw another strong angel coming down out of heaven, clothed with a cloud, and with a rainbow on his head, and his face was like the sun, and his feet were like pillars of fire.” I believe God’s promise to his people and I believe that John’s description of an angel was actually a description of God. He is our Mighty God.
Sunsets and sunrises are symbols of hope and love for me. The sunrises over the ocean are spectacular; I get up before the sun comes up when we are at the beach. I don’t want to miss a moment of the beginning of a new day as the darkness of night turns into brilliant colors of pink, orange and yellow. I am always in awe of God’s masterpiece each morning. Never the same and yet always beautiful. The sunrises give me hope and a sense of anticipation for what the new day will bring. There is always a sense of reverence on the beach in the early morning hours. Almost a rebirth. For me, the sunsets which are equally as beautiful, symbolizes God’s love for His children and gives me peace for a day that is almost over and a promise of a new day to come.
In the midst of the rainbows, sunrises and sunsets, however, there can also be an occasional storm. This storm doesn’t have to necessarily be a weather event; it can be an emotional storm within yourself, a time of turmoil and trepidation. I frequently repeat Phillipians 4:13 when I am experiencing an emotional storm. That verse has been especially meaningful to me the past few weeks. The storm is still raging inside me; the questions are still being asked. I think it is ok to ask “why”. It’s the human thing to do. Once the storm begins to settle down for the time being, that is when I remind myself that our daughter is healed and is in the most beautiful place one can imagine and is with family members who met her at Heaven’s gate. The pain doesn’t go away; I don’t know if it will ever go away; I doubt that it will. The tears will continue I’m sure but as my journey without our daughter continues, I would like to think that the sad tears will someday become happy tears knowing that she is ok. We were blessed to have our daughter for 37 years. We are blessed to have our wonderful son, daughter-in-law, grandson and son-in-law. We have so much for which to be
thankful but for now, sadness has taken away some of our joy. I do know that her spirit is with us and I know that one day we will all be together again. For now, it is a day-by-day journey, a roller coaster ride and a time of much reflection and anticipation and, yes, sometimes a time of joy