Rainbows on My Ceiling

           What a joy it is to walk out of my bedroom in the morning expecting the sun to shine and the gentle breezes to blow when I open my door to a California morning, and I am treated to rainbows on the ceiling in my living and dining room.  I have a crystal cross in my east windown and also a little hanging ornament of crystal snow flakes. As the sun rises to greet me, it shines on these beautiful crystal pieces and the array of rainbows on my ceilings is beautiful.

          As I stand in the hallway and gaze and smile at what greets me, I marvel at the message. Every facet of the crystal cross sends its message in God’s promise of the rainbow. The storm is over; look with joy on the landscape. Be grateful for the promise. There is a pot of gold at the end of each rainbow. I know that’s just an old wive’s tale; but if you could see my ceiling filled with those many messages of hope and gaith, you would agree. There is a pot of gold, of joy, of beauty in each little rainbow. I could take a quick look and miss the gold. I could think it’s pretty and miss the message. We tell one another to stop and smell the roses. I would say, stop and collect the gold at the end of your rainbows.



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