It has been a difficult year for my family with a sick young-adult son. Some days were harder than others and sometimes I felt like I was all alone, carrying the weight of everyone else's despair--as if I wasn't allowed to get discouraged. Why did I have to be that one? Why did I always have to show up? And yet, all the while I was never alone. A rainbow that arrived in the sky at a crucial time reminded me of that.
sucked dry by the demands
of the one who sees only despair--on verge of depression
while I cling to hope--hope in Jesus' color-spectrumed gift,
neonic reflection and refraction in unseen raindrops flooding
my soul with hope in His power, His presence, His love.
It can be my only response.