Have you ever noticed something rather mundane, something that is quite common and that obviously everyone else around you can see as well, yet wondered if it was meant JUST FOR YOU?

Cue the Carly Simon music…

But seriously, sometimes the song is about you right?

You know the old question “If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear, does it make a sound?” right?  It’s a philosophical question that has been pondered as something profound for many, many years.  One argument is that sound is only sound when experienced by the human ear.  Is that true of other things, and is it perception that matters, regardless of what was intended?

The other day I saw a rainbow.  It was a beautiful clear rainbow like none I have ever seen and I swear that when I looked at it from 5 miles away, it ended AT MY HOUSE.  That is what popped into my head, the INSTANT I saw it.  I pointed it out to my son, he saw it and said “mommy, I bet there is a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow” and I couldn’t stop thinking that it ended at my house.

My rational mind kicked in and insisted that the rainbow could not possibly end at my house, and there certainly is no gold there.  My mind kept telling me that everyone else is seeing that rainbow and it was not meant for me.  It is not some Divine message from God reassuring me that there IS a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow.

Yet something kept pushing my rational mind aside.  Maybe there is not literally, but figuratively a pot of gold at the end of that rainbow.  We have been going through a lot of stuff (financial & job related) at our house the last year and a half, and while we’ve made some progress, we are far from doing more than treading water sometimes.

I am a Christian.  I believe.  But I also struggle with a lot of things where my faith is concerned.  When it comes to that rainbow, how do I differentiate between something my brain invented or an actual sign meant for me?  Maybe the rainbow wasn’t a sign in itself but my interpretation was?  Or maybe it was simply something I invented in my imagination?

Or maybe I should just stop questioning it and live in the moment of it; the inspiration I felt and the sense of peace it gave me,  regardless of how or why it happened.

~Kim