The sky, heavy and gray, wept softly and steadily…seemingly spilling its own sorrow as she poured out hers to the God of Heaven.
It seemed all the rain that fell upon the earth that day was mirrored in her own heart and soul. Disturbed by chaos and uncertainty in her life, she begged God for an answer, any answer that would dispel the clouds of doubt and fear.
Head pressed upon the window pane, shadowed rivulets traced in the tracks of her tears, she waited for His answer and was met with silence.
A tug upon the hem of her sweater…small hands reaching out to her and a little voice, lisping: “why you cry, Grandma? Don’t cry…it will be all right.” Her heart touched by her tiny granddaughter’s encouragement, she lifted the little girl in her arms, turning back towards the rain-soaked vista beyond the glass.
Rainbow, rainbow, rainbow. A glorious rainbow filling the sky and in her heart the God-whisper:
“It will be all right.”
From that day on the rainbow would bring them both great joy, a sign of God’s whispered promise, a story shared by that Grandmother when the little girl wasn’t so very little and in the midst of her own storm.
November 6th, 2014
That little girl-now-woman sped quickly on the interstate, her heart filled with joy at the prospect of the arrival of her newest grandson, jubilant to celebrate this precious little life.
A few clouds and the hint of rain…and then a rainbow. Right there…a rainbow, reflected in the misty droplets covering the windshield. The remembered promise…and then a skip of her heart. Grandma. Grandma hadn’t been well. Her last visit left her with the painful realization that Grandma’s very tired body and well-prepared soul, were anxious to be done with this earth.
At that moment, she knew…today would be the day. The day that she might have to leave the child-bed for the death-bed. As she rejoiced with her daughter in the beauty of a newborn life and love, she left her dearest ones to hasten to another city, where she felt sure her grandmother would depart for an infinitely more beautiful City.
She arrived in the city at 3:00 p.m., the hour of Mercy. She prayed…prayed that she would be there in time for the sake of her mama…hopeful that the two of them would together pray Grandma to the place of eternal rest and the end of earthly suffering.
Moments later, running the halls and rushing breathless into her mother’s arms, they wept together, facing the inevitable loss of the woman so beloved by them both. Mama was scared, the love for her mother had filled her life and she had served her so faithfully, with particular tenderness during those last years. Letting go…letting go was hard. Kneeling by her bedside, praying the Psalms, that once-little-girl watched her very own mama lean down close, looking into the blue eyes that were a mirror of her own, and she whispered…
”Mama…when you see Jesus…you RUN to HIM!”
And she was gone.
Wiping the single tear on her soft cheek, that little girl who had once promised her grandmother that “it will be all right,” now kissed her forehead, closing those beautiful blue eyes that had looked so lovingly upon her for so long. And it was all right…as right as it could ever be.
There have been quite a few storms in the year since her Grandma left. But there have been rainbows, almost as often as the storms, and she can feel her Grandma’s presence each and every time she gazes upon the rainbow and often hears her dear voice saying, “don’t cry…it will be all right.”
I love you, Grandma. God rest your precious soul