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| Living the Rainbow Life |
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| Stories > Personal |
| Written by Jessy |
| Saturday, 28 February 2009 12:35 |
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Oh, how I love rainbows! As an artist, my palette is a rainbow, my brushes stroke each canvas with mirages of rainbows and I call it the rainbow life. The colors are vibrant and the beauty is enriching, nearly majestic in imagery, truly a God given creation for all, not just to uphold its beauty, but to really see in depths of the path of gold it lays before us. It is a reminder to just believe and look UP for your rainbow life. It was about the year of 1990 when we lived in California. My daughter was just entering kindergarten then, although not quite 5 years old yet. I was working at a nearby childcare center, so I had just dropped her off at school when I soon returned to work preparing for the day. It was about mid afternoon that day and the children were getting up from naps, when the floor began to move some, then more, soon shakes, rattles that led into large mounds of hills across the carpeted floors. It was difficult to remain balanced, swaying to and fro. There were frightened children and staff members, but somehow the calm remained in order to get all the children to safety. We huddled together under large tables all in the so called, "earthquake" position. I never had much chance to worry or fear for my own children's safety yet, but that was soon to follow. What seemed like forever under fear of trembles, soon ended and we came out from "hiding." There were stories for all to share from that day forward. We were just thankful for all our safety during the whole ordeal.
I am sure you are wondering about now, "what does this have to do with rainbows?" Well, let me share this bit of tenderness with you now. A week or so after the earthquake, I was called by my daughter's teacher to come by the class. She had something she wanted to share with me. I was already wondering how a small. quiet child was already having the teacher call me in after only a few weeks since school began. I soon went to the school and sat down with the teacher. She began to tell me that she had asked her class to do a drawing about the earthquake experience. Then she went to each student and asked them how they felt about the earthquake and she wrote their comments on their drawings. This is when it gets emotional, so beware. She handed me the drawing my daughter had done. I looked down and before I could say a word, the tears began to flow. There, on her paper, she had colored this beautiful rainbow. Under the rainbow was a little girl with the biggest smile on her face. When asked how she felt about the earthquake, she replied, "I hid under a rainbow and my mom didn't die." I am sure the teacher thought I was near a break down as I just continued to sob. Yet, it must have affected her as well, because we were both sharing tears about then. I will never quite look at a rainbow now without thinking of it's deeper meaning to me. Some 20 years later, I make sure to look at each rainbow, not only for its colors and beauty, but as a true symbol. A symbol representing protection and bringing hope, peace and full understanding of it's purpose. Recently, my daughter gave birth to her first child, my grandson. I want to someday share this story, when he is old enough to comprehend. I hope to always encourage him to look UP to every rainbow with a big smile and remember to live a real rainbow life.
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