“Teach me, O Lord, to glory in my cross. Teach me the value of my thorns.
Show me how I have climbed to You through my path of pain.
Show me that it is through my tears that I have seen rainbows.”
- George Matteson
I've been staring at this picture for a long time now, not sure what I want to say about it. The thing is, I'm afraid I'm stuck in an arc of cliche.
Last night, in the middle of dinner, this beautiful rainbow appeared over our house. I nearly pushed my family out the door to go enjoy it, while dinner sat on the table getting cold.
The picture is bursting with rainbows for me. My children playing in the rain, the home they stand in front of... my cup runneth over. My overwhelming gratitude for this life brings me back to where I've come from, what I've come through. And so, when I look at this, as much joy and beauty as it holds for me, I can't help but offer to anyone currently feeling like you are on a path of pain: may the hope of something beyond that help you through. Hang on for the rainbow.
And pain or no pain, it doesn't hurt to go play in the rain.
(Sorry, I warned you it was going to be cliche.)