The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
Psalm 19:1-3
I've written much of the rain lately. Washington state is famous for it, but even natives have their limits. Days upon days of pounding rain always make me think of Noah and the flood. It hadn't quite been 40 days and nights yet, but it the number of consecutive days was rapidly climbing.
My sister Kaari and I left for church this past Saturday night under a deluge. Toward the end ofthe service during the closing prayer, we could hear it hammer the converted warehouse roof with particularly impressive force. After the final song was finished, we made our toward the foyer and out the front doors. The first things we saw were a startling shaft of sunlight and a rainbow. I had difficulty capturing it with my camera, but from our vantage point in the parking lot, you could see the full arc of it.
After snapping several pictures of the evening sky, the light began to ebb quickly. We returned to the car and listened to Chris Tomlin's version of "Amazing Grace", cranked loudly with the windows down. I can't imagine a better soundtrack for such a sky.




And I have never been more thankful for electricity. It’s a luxury I have been remiss in acknowledging. Since we are in the season in which we make a point of being thankful, this is my ode of gratitude for electricity & the people who make it happen.