I thought this picture of the rainbow was clearer and brighter than it looks above. I also thought I was going to write this post over a week ago. Sometimes things just don’t work out as planned. Last weekend, I was moaning (whining, maybe) about things breaking: the water pipes, the disposal, the blinds, the floor, the hot water heater, the air conditioning, the hedge trimmers, the phone, the computer, the scanner, the blade on the new lawn mower. I was feeling rather foggy and close to breaking myself. A song came on: “I can’t even do wrong right.” That pretty much summed up my feelings. Foggy Mountain Breakdown, a Bluegrass Classic, took on new meaning for me. No matter how much I told myself that I should be dancing to the music, I couldn’t seem to get past the feeling that my life was breaking down.
Luckily for me, I connect with people from various walks of life who have great wisdom. Several reminded me that things often have to break in order to get a breakthrough. Change has to happen to bring in newness. Out of chaos comes order. Troubles come, but there is more out there than just the bad stuff. Those who have faith, trust that the Creator is still creating and new beginnings are always possible.
Do I have any idea how we will get through the added difficulties of quarantines and little to no income? No. But I looked out the window and saw that while it was still raining, the sun was shining. The grey fogginess had rolled away. I ran outside and there was a full rainbow, the first rainbow I had seen since I moved to Mississippi. I’m looking forward to the breakthrough. How about you?