December 5

It was one of those funky sky days in our little corner of Northern California.

I first noticed the mix of fluffy white low-level clouds as I drove out of our street this morning. And the moments later, as we rounded the crest of the hill, I spied a sliver of a rainbow in the valley below and pointed it out to the boys.

And then a little later, as I hustled from the Mother Ship to Bible Study, I drove toward this stunner. It was especially notable to me because as far as I could tell, there was no rain falling anywhere in the vicinity. So it felt like a gift.

And for that beautiful, vibrant multi-shaded  brushstroke in the sky and for the rich meaning that God ascribed to rainbows way back when, I'm thankful.