My daughter and I had gone for a drive. It was a day like today is in Oregon’s Willamette Valley – rainy and windy with brief moments of sun. My daughter – three years old at the time – loved rainbows. From her booster seat she said, “Mommy, make me a rainbow.”
I smiled and began to explain to her that Mommies couldn’t make rainbows, only God could make rainbows.
With precision timing, the dark clouds parted, the sun burst forth and refracted through the distant rain. Off to the west, a brilliant rainbow appeared.
“Look out your window, honey – a rainbow!” I said.
From the backseat, in her sweet toddler voice my daughter said, “Thank you, Mommy.”