I just wanted to be alone. I left my phone on the table, making sure I would not be disturbed by modern conveniences. Grabbing the umbrella by the door, I put on my boots and called for the dog. As we walked through the pouring rain in our back field, I started to pray.
My dad had faced a series of health issues over the past year. Most recently he had gone in for a bone biopsy. It was taking longer for the results than we were originally told, and everyone’s anxiety was increasing. There is only so many times you can hear a loved one talk about “when I’m gone,” before you break, and I had reached my limit.
I prayed that it wouldn’t be bone cancer. I prayed it would be something manageable. I prayed for a few more years with my Daddy. I prayed for a sign.
The rain was still coming down in buckets when I reached the tree-line that borders our back field. As the tears streamed down my face something made me look up. That’s when I saw it.
The most beautiful rainbow I had ever seen.
It was a complete rainbow, seeming to stretch from behind our neighbor’s house all the way across the sky to a field down the way. The colors were bright and vivid against the gloomy sky. Not only that, but there was a second, slightly lighter rainbow above it. A double rainbow.
I fell to my knees, in awe of how beautiful it was. I could not take my eyes from it.
Unlike so many rainbows that vanish as soon as you see them, this one lasted a long, long time. And I knew in my heart that I was meant to see it. It was my sign. And like that, my fears were gone. I still didn’t know the results of that biopsy, but I knew there was hope. And I knew I wasn’t alone.