Friday, February 4, 2011

Mourning Rainbows

But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, that shines brighter and brighter until the full of day. Proverbs 4:18 NAS

My grief was especially real and intense as I knelt in prayer facing the early morning sun. Instead of getting better as the weeks went by, it seemed to be getting worse. It had been six long months since my grandmother had gone home to be with Jesus. Today would have been her ninety-fourth birthday. Once again I had gone to the phone to call her and realized she would not be there. Although I rejoiced that she was in heaven, my heart still ached here on earth. My best friend was gone.

“Dear Jesus,” I wept. “You promised to be close to those who mourn. I need to feel You close to me today.” As I continued praying I felt the warmth on my face and saw a red glow inside my eyelids as the sun climbed in the sky. Time was passing. I had to get on with my day.

As I pushed to my feet and looked away from the window, there on the wall in front of me was a myriad of rainbows. Turning back to find the source, I saw the prism angel ornament that was my grandmother’s. Mother had recently given it to me. As I stood transfixed, the rainbows grew even more brilliant as the sun inched higher.

I reflected on the quality of God’s light and how it had shown through my grandmother. His light was not diminished by death. It shone even brighter and would continue to shine until the “full of day” when He returns, banishing all darkness.

Thank You for allowing the light of Your righteousness to touch me through my grandmother.

©2010 Bonnie M. Evans

1 comment:

Christy said...

Now that I know a little of your personal history, this story is even more poignant and tender. Prasie God for the many ways He brings us peace!