It’s the weather again. It’s always the weather. Rainy clouds mean tragedy and double rainbows mean you’re in luck today. I was feeling like Noah when those floodgates opened and canine after feline kept coming down in waves. It was a slow start with shrouded sun and a christening drizzle. A chance meeting with a friend brought the sky’s shining sphere again but only for that moment. Her calm beastly pet brought me some semblance of peace before the rage that was to come. Then we split ways and gradually the buckets in heaven were being turned over. Filling my weary stomach was my only goal and when I reached into my, ironically, peace-covered carrier, I emptied it entirely but did not discover any of my green paper, plastic cards or metal door openers. All of the most important items I possessed. Tension rose from my toes to the top of my head and I became a neurotic detective searching though I was blinded by the overturned heavenly water buckets that seemed to never empty. Much too quickly, I concluded that my items were nowhere to be found but were locked inside my motorized transporter a mile or 2 away. Frantically, I dialed my communicator trying to find a driver to help me in my manic detective work. The flood built up around me on all sides. I was Noah but I forgot to build a boat, though I certainly recalled my fear-filled floaties. Unfortunately, they sprung a leak and I was stranded in the flood on my own because fear-filling is completely unreliable. To my relief came a mighty Mo in her pure white vehicle as Director Dad was finding a solution. Upon arriving at my own 4-wheeled transporter, I used my detective eyes to look inside. All my optical lenses could find was the tornado mess of all items but my shiny door openers. Thus, the search was on, this time with a womanly Watson by my Sherlock side. Backtracking, sidestepping and interrogating brought us no conclusive evidence but we knew that a miracle was coming because the rainbow from the drying sky had a twin just behind. This Sherlock may not have even known had Watson not been so elated at its appearance. I was too caught up in fixing my leaking floatation devices fast. Hope was here because I was also Noah and multi-colored arches in the sky were my signs of promise and hope. My Watson suggested I clean out my peaceful carrier one last time. I shook it and heard a joyful jingle. Much like Mary Poppins, the contents never really ended. My carrier was rarely ever vacant even after I felt everything had been removed. I saw a shimmer and reached inside the monstrous, ripped, internal opening. My outrageous guffaw could be heard from miles around. Detective Sherlock Noah Poppins’s promise had been hidden in plain sight but my anxious leaking floaties blinded my sight. Preoccupied with fear, I created a problem that really was never there.
God has exactly what we’re looking for and working so hard to obtain. He has it all right where it should be, not where we expect it to be. It’s all so much simpler than we make it. We just have to take a step back, listen and breathe, resting in His double rainbow promises though we can’t see it through the white out rain. It all comes down to a battle between peace and fear. Serenity causes us to find, Terror leads to even greater losses. When we look to fear we end up creating problems that weren’t even there to begin with! Next time you feel like you’ve lost something important, hope, joy, wallets or keys, take some time to listen and dig deeper. It could be that what you’re looking for is right in front of you but has fallen behind some rips, tears, holes and scars you’ve gathered along the way.
