Yesterday while driving from Canton to Candler with Marcia and the grandchildren, Paul, and Jonathan, we saw a rainbow. I’m not sure if JZ actually saw it or not, he claimed to, but you never know about him. Paul saw it and kept trying to find more colors. He was pretty good at noticing the subtle colors out near the edges of the band.
What made me pay so much attention to this simple rainbow was that it stretched all across the sky in a huge sweeping arch. Marcia commented that it resembled the McDonald’s golden arch. I don’t know about that but it was amazing. In my entire life I can never remember seeing a rainbow stretch from horizon to horizon before. Normally I’m lucky to see one with no more than a quarter of the full arch. I couldn’t help but look at it, which was probably not the best thing to do as I was driving. It was very bright with orange, yellow, pink, red, blue, and violet lines.
We told Paul about the story of Noah and how the rainbow was God’s promise to never let it rain as much as Noah saw again. He thought God making a promise was pretty cool. I thought the whole experience was cool. Just goes to show you that you never get to old to enjoy the simple things in this world, nor can you say you have ever seen everything.