This was a wild weather week on the outside: heavy winds, snowfall in the mountains, sweaty sunny middays, torrential unpredictable showers–and inside my cranium: words that flew out too quickly, smothering anxiety, searing frustration, overflowing tears.

The month of May needs no explanation for acting like October, December and August within a span of a few hours.  I am not so unburdened.  I end up lying awake at night with regrets, making apologies, and wanting to hide under a rock until the storm is over.

But in the midst of extremes, while the storm is raging, a miracle takes place.  It can only happen when brilliant light exposes weeping from heavy laid clouds, like the rainbow that dropped from heaven last night to touch the earth right in our backyard, only a few feet from our barn.

God’s cries, His wept tears, have lit up the sky in a promise of forgiveness.   This storm too will pass.