Can you see the rainbow? Look closer, a little above the first and fainter. Do you see the second one? The third one? I wish I were a poet, or at least a photographer so you could have seen what we saw. It had rained just a little and Paxton was fishing off the rocks at Grammie's cabin in Maine. He called me over to show me the rainbow. That's when we noticed that you could actually see the end of it - out on the lake. No pot of gold, no leprachaun, just a beautiful and complete rainbow that seemed to rise right out of the water a couple of hundred yards away. While I went to get the camera, it doubled itself, and then tripled. Three rainbows, each fainter than the previous, all rising out of the lake.
I was reminded of God's greatness and the beauty of this world. God has promises for your life, too. May you find solitude and beauty and listen to the small still voice of God.