On Sunday, the final day of Spring Break, I realized that I’d seen a rainbow, in some form, every day of break: a prism reflection on my fridge, breakfast at Rainforest Cafe, Jabaawokeez show, screening for a television show (double rainbow in the form of a tattoo) and the list went on.

I recognize that the rainbow* represents a promise from God; so, for a week, I wondered…searched for the promise that he was trying to get through to me.

On this morning, I was wondering whether or not I’d make it through church…for a number of weeks, I’d had a headache that played tag team with nauseousness.  When I woke up, my eyes were stuck together with gunk, I was slightly nauseous and I prayed, “Oh God, I’m so worn and tired, just let me know if I can make it through church service.”  I went to the bathroom to clean up my eye gunk, only to find it speckled with flecks of blood.  And I laughed…it had been just a year and a week since I’d had a new symptom.  I shook my head in bewilderment..speckled eye gunk…and laughed some more.

Then I heard the familiar ‘ping’ from my phone of an instant message (from my early-riser, first-service attending, prayer-warrior friend).

How’s that for an answer to prayer?

*The rainbow appears when we have most reason to fear the rain prevailing; God then shows this seal of the promise, that it shall not prevail. The thicker the cloud, the brighter the bow in the cloud.” Matthew Hentry’s Concise Commentary