Rainbows

“1/12/2015- The journey begins”

The words of the first entry inside my spiral-bound journal I pulled from the drawer the other day and looking back, that was also the year I became a writer. Thousands of lines filled with everything from dramatic moments in a single mom’s plight to the light-hearted tidbits of everyday life.

I read the stories penned through the years that spoke of beauty in the midst of hardships, forward movements, steps back, dreams of writing a book, and when I reached an entry dated “3/3/2018,” my eyes grew teary.

 The entry was from a conversation between me and my then teenage daughter after she had rolled her eyes at the worship music blaring from the speaker in my car one morning before school.

“What? I like to start my day with God.” I boastfully shouted over the music.

Her mouth split into a grin, “I don’t like that kind of music, but I did start my day with God, I woke up.”

The moments that humble us. Silence us. Shape us.

 I think of the sweetness in her childlike faith, the six years that have gone by, the ways life has tested her faith and mine. The gift of a new day. How our value doesn’t come from what we do. Lessons learned from stories told. We may not always see the rainbows on our journeys but within us is the pot of gold.