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Where Rainbows Hide


The hum of the motor.  The warmth of the sun beating down.  When I look out from the front of the boat the beautiful view of the placid lake is breathtaking.  I lean over the side and dance my fingers in the spray of water coming from beneath the boat.  The view this way is nothing  spectacular.  Dark water.  Hazy spray.  Kind of like life.  When our nose is to the grind,  head down, there is often not much to see.  Perspective can be elusive.  We see just what is right in front of us.  

A new school year is fast approaching. The grind.  The rushing.  The challenge to be organized.  School. Meals. Laundry. House. Sports. Work. Breathless.  Hazy.  The feeling that what’s in front of me is the most important thing- even if it’s not.  

I tilt my head as I peer into the white spray of water cascading over the lake.  And then I see it.  Just a glimpse.  A glimmer.  A rainbow!  With all of its beautiful colors dancing right there in the water by the edge of the boat as we whir along.  It disappears just as fast as it appeared.  I keep staring and every few minutes when the light hits the water just right, I see it again.  

And it’s there in the monotony, too.  Amidst the whir of life as we speed along.  If we look hard enough, we can catch a glimpse.  Of the beautiful.  The surprising.  The promise of God to not stop loving us.  To refresh us and fill us with life and hope.  To remind us that the eternal is all around us.  Laundry and homework and meals will not be remembered.  But the laughter and the kisses and the hugs after work will be impressed on the hearts of our loved ones. Futures will be shaped by the prayers that are uttered... not the clothes that are worn.  When we peer deep into His word and whisper His promises into the ears of those around us,  something awakens in them.   And in us, too.  


A purpose beyond what we can see.  His glory waiting to burst out with brilliant colors.  To refocus the eye and the heart.  Lord help me not to miss the magical moments.  Help us to take our eyes off the screens and peer into your Word and into the eager eyes of our loved ones- your loved ones.   To look.  To see the gold within them.  To really listen.  To wait for You.  Pull us deeper and cause joy to spill over into the mundane.  To be refreshed.  And to refresh others.  Cause us to find thankfulness amid the everyday tasks... 



  • Psalm 19:7 NIV
  • The law of the Lord is perfect,
        refreshing the soul.The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy,
        making wise the simple.
  • Psalm 23:1-3 NIV
    The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
        He makes me lie down in green pastures,
    he leads me beside quiet waters,
        he refreshes my soul.
    He guides me along the right paths
        for his name’s sake.
  • Philemon 1:7 NIV
    Your love has given me great joy and encouragement,
  •  because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of 
  • the Lord’s people.

Somewhere between the laundry and the hairbows....

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