He must have been about 12 yrs. old. We were driving toward Murray, KY after a spring rain & I noticed the end of the rainbow had to be fairly close. We turned down a little country side road & followed as near as we could to where we thought we would reach it.
After rounding several curves, we got to the top of a hill & there it was – just a few feet away. We got close enough to see the water droplets sparkling & reflecting all the misty colors. Just a simple, quiet moment in time.
God’s gifts are that way – not always trumpeted or heralding pompous grandeur – but echoed in a Mom & son’s memory – a wonder of God’s creation shared one day when they decided to venture off the beaten path & take the road less traveled.
I love Him.