Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple

From our deck in the backyard and a reminder that the rain wont stay forever:

 

“…Her smile got as bright as the sunlight shining through the elm tree’s yellow leaves. “Even at 93, I’m a child of God,” she said. “And just look about you, child. There are birds that sing their hearts out. There’s the sun that can light a whole world, and there are flowers that bloom.”

She patted my knee. “I have a family who loves me, and I have hands to help others.” She held up a pair of fleece mittens she was sewing for a needy children’s program.

Then she looked up at the sky. “My, my, everywhere I look there’s more. A loving Heavenly Father watching over us, and, oh!” She pointed to a huge, misty rainbow a ways off. “Rainbows are not only promises of better times, but reminders that when we have trials we can still be happy.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Don’t rainbows come after it rains? Don’t wildflowers grow when it rains?” Great-Grandma asked.

I nodded.

“If rain can make the flowers grow, Makinzee, then why not the rest of us too?” Great-Grandma smiled...”

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