Rainbows

Good grief!  It took me a good 5 minutes to find out how to create a new posting just because I'm not on my own computer.  Here I sit in the hotel business room whilst Larry is upstairs sleeping.  It's already been a long day and tomorrow will be worse.

Today we drove to Baltimore for Larry to have tests to see if they can define the cancer, if it's contained,  if they can shoot it with chemo, or if it's a hopeless case - first they'll shoot dye into it so they can see exactly how much or little damage has already been done.  It's one of those nights where this time tomorrow my world could lie in rack & ruin.  Not that it's ever going back to the way it was again.  I know that.  But today things seem kind of normal.

This morning I got up and took one of the new little pills the Dr. gave me so I could function thru what is coming... actually I only took half one because I knew I had a lot to do.  Nonetheless, sister MaryAnne came to pick up some of her clothes and visit a little. ..

Now here's the thing.  I love rainbows.  I've always loved them and as far back as I can remember, I've had crystals hanging wherever the sun is likely to shine just so I can have them.  I wanted my children to grow up with them I wanted the happiness, the cheerfulness and most of all, I wanted the reminder of how they are a reminder of the promise the Father made and that He is always faithful.

There have been times over the years I've had rainbows for no particular reason, just a sudden shower and there's the gift.  Or sometimes it's not even raining when I see them.  And I always get the warm fuzzy feeling that the Father just hugged me - gave me that gift.  Just for me and no one else. 

Even 6 years ago - the day after Christmas.... I went to PA to get the granddaughter to bring her down to spend some of her Christmas vacation with us.  There were rainbows in the sky that day.  I  remember the rain, I remember Katie talking to my sister - and her taking pictures of them, I remember telling the granddaughter what they meant to me - how the Father is always faithful... I remember singing "God is so good..."  and then I don't remember anything else until I woke in the hospital in pain with both arms broken, internal injuries, glass in my hair and a terrible long recovery filled with physical therapy.  BUT I was not dead.  and I should have been - when a drunk hits you head on going 60 miles per hour - when the car crumples around you until there's barely enough room for your body - when they have to cut the car apart and slide you out sideways... you should be dead.  Dr.'s don't know why I'm not I don't know why I'm not. 

A couple days ago I was talking to sister Ginny... and she said it was raining on her house - not the house next door and not on my house - just Ginny's house.  A little while later she had to go to Food Lion and don't  you know there was a rainbow?  she took a picture of it for me - and I'll post it when I know more...

Back to MaryAnne - she was sitting at my kitchen table eating toast and jelly and I was looking at the circlet of rainbows around the whole kitchen and past... and she told me I had rainbows in my hair.  So I posed for her to take several pictures (I'll post them when I get them, if I can figure out how).  And I thought - it's an omen - maybe for good - maybe for not - but still and all - a reminder to me today of how the Father's faithful.  And no matter what tomorrow brings, He never changes.