To You … With Love,

Upon A Saturday evening in returning home from Ark., via 255, we approached the exit ramp for Interstate 55. It was around 6 p.m. as the setting sun reflected the light behind us while the on-coming route ahead of us was mysteriously dark.

In the combined light and darkness there was a eerie demeanor around us. "Strange sky", I said to my sister-in-law Mary. "There should be a rainbow", she answered. And we found it. Soft purple rose, pastel yellow, and baby blue colored the sky in an arch of glory.

When we veered in a different direction the arch appeared to move, encompassing us around until it was as though we were truly driving beneath the canopy of God's promise in the sky.

Together, Mary and I shared one of those rare and awesome moments, when we both understood the significance of God's surprising love. No other words were spoken as our hearts united in a silent Amen. Even the silence held the glory of God's grace from his promise in the sky.

In your own journey there will be strange skies. I pray you will remember, "there should be a rainbow." So God has promised and his promise is forever colored with the wonders of his love.

Avis Richardson (retired)