It was just another day of soap suds and laundry. My sister and I were admiring the many patterns and colors of my baby Molly’s cloth diapers as we washed them.
One of Molly’s diapers is a bright and colorful rainbow pattern. We talked about how Americans have tried to ruin the sign of the rainbow, taking this symbol and using it to mean something else. They might manage to make some people forget where rainbows came from first, but this family will never forget.
A few days later my husband and I were up again for our nightly baby watch. Molly has not been an “easy” baby and typically we are up for 4 or 5 hours with her each night.
This particular night I was so exhausted I could barely stay awake, even through her crying, which usually is enough to keep me up. My husband was taking a turn with her, and I lay in the bed feeling like I might be dying from lack of sleep and discouragement.
The room was dark and as I looked with foggy eyes through the mosquito net, all I could see in the gloom was a bright and colorful rainbow moving back and forth. Molly’s diaper. My husband was rocking her to sleep.
In the morning I mentioned my night vision of the rainbow to my sister. Her comment was, “it can remind you of God’s promises!”
That’s what the rainbow was created for, and that’s what it should mean to us... not some corruption that America has attempted to create for it.
So when I think of the rainbow I think of pretty cloth diapers and babies and my beautiful daughter and my loving and patient husband who stays up at night with our baby.
And most importantly God’s promises.
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