As a teenager, I was a Rainbow Girl–a youth organization sponsored by Eastern Star. I went through high school attending meetings twice a month, held officer positions, and took pride in my responsibilities. I’m not sure why the organization was called “Rainbow.” Yet to this day when I see a rainbow, I think of my days in the club. All I remember from it is the colors of the rainbow: red, orange, yellow, blue, green, indigo, and violet, handy when playing a trivial game.
We are in the flow of colors as we move through life. As a baby I was charted a “white female with blue eyes.” Eventually my white hair grew in and was nicknamed “Blondie Sam.” Purple and gold were the colors I wore when I played high school basketball. I became a wife wearing a white dress.
It is the color of my life that is important. I’ve gone through the depth of red during illness, blue during times of extreme joy, and black during days of mourning. Today, as I age, I see things in neutral colors–the soft browns, tans, grays. Life is less tumultuous than when I raised kids and worked outside the home–each day my color mood spanned from blue to violet. Fortunately, no black.
Lord, help us see you in each rainbow. Amen.