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It was
just a typical West Texas thunderstorm. On this day on this lonely
road there was something special about this storm.
It had been a good day and my soul was in a good mood.
Everything seemed bright and cheerful. The pleasant pattern of rain,
sunshine and more rain washing the urgency of another trip away.
The special storm was off in the distance. I could see
the dancing lightning and hear the rolling thunder. This storm was
making its presence know...but, from a distance it was like happy,
puppy thunder.
The real attraction was the perfect arch that silhouetted
the storm with an uncommon variety of brilliant color. It seemed to
touch the ground on both sides of the storm...the most vivid,
distinct, complete rainbow I had ever seen. In my imagination I
could reach out and touch the pots of gold at each end of the
rainbow. The circumstances of this day were just right to brand
another visual wonder forever in my mind.
But, the real treasure on this day was not so much the
visual wonder...it was the reminder of an ancient promise kept. The
contrast between the power of one distant storm and the overwhelming
charm of a perfect rainbow was ample reason to stop my car and
praise God.
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Every
storm has it's edges. The memory of a storm may linger, but the view
from the edge can soften, and even erase, its hurt.
"And we know that in all
things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been
called according to his purpose."
(Romans 8:28)
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