Oh, a Rainbow! I snapped a photo.  I know a rainbow as a sign of God’s promise –yes to not flood world again – but it was God’s promise to be with me in this season of my life. 

I put the code in the Airb&b door – nothing.  I tried again.  Ok, God where are you?  I was tired and it was getting dark.  Thinking the brief thunderstorm caused the code to reset, I called the number on info sheet and texted several friends to pray.  The operator said she would contact the owner and I waited.  Then my grandson called and said, “Nana, put code in and touch the check mark.”  Bingo, it worked, and I got in.  Thank you, grandson and yes, thank you God. I know you are thinking, did you read the directions?  Yes, I did it didn’t say anything about touching the check box. 

The next day as I headed for home on I-95, it was a beautiful, cool day.  The blue sky and white fluffy clouds cheered me on.  I looked over at the empty seat beside me and pondered many trips we have taken – we enjoyed talking and reminiscing on road trips over the years.  Actually, we drafted a book during those trips.

So thankful Lord for you being my companion now and thankful for the 58 years I shared life with John.  Grateful for all those memories that we put on paper in our book “Shekinah Lane.”  Then I began recalling – all our journey- our dating, marriage and those twenty-nine moves to places of ministry and finally settling in the north Georgia mountains. 

Lord, I can see how you were preparing me for my solo journey.  Lonely, yes, but never alone!

After about an hour of tearfully sharing out loud with my copilot, I praised God for my wonderful life and now getting to visit family and the new great grandbaby.

What pure joy to see our granddaughter nurturing her son with the same joy and inner strength I witnessed from my mother.  My desire was to be like my mother.  Now I see that in my granddaughter. Seeing her husband hold that little boy on his chest also reminded me of John holding our firstborn son. 

At only three months, baby Oliver is following his mother and father’s voice when they speak.  Many times, I would try to soothe him, and his mom would walk in the room, pick him up and he immediately stopped crying.  He knew her touch, her voice and her heart beat no doubt.

Just as she comforted her little one, God continues to share his glory with us when we follow Him. I have no regrets from following my heavenly father for all these years.

Who are you following?

I Peter 2:21     To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps.