My Pot Of Gold

These past few days we've been havin' alot of sunshine peering through the raindrops kind of weather, which in turn got me peering around for rainbows. Rainbows have a special place in my heart as they have at various unexpected times showed up for me as a gift staight from my Heavenly Father. Along with rainbows my mind somehow always ends up thinking about those "pots-o'-gold" that some people think surely they'll find if they search diligently enough. I used to find that theory rather amusing, until one particularly horrendous day God handed me a brilliant rainbow WITH a "pot-o'-gold attached!
After having 2 precious sons God blessed us with a beautiful, lotsa red hair, baby girl......soon i began feeling like thats where the preciousness stopped. Unless mama was carrying her around on a worn path through living room out to kitchen around dining table and back again Little Emily let whoever was around know that she was not liking this big wide world she was brought into. Mama would walk and rock and bounce and sing but more often then not the child still wailed. Daddy would arrive home to no supper, teary mama and yelling daughter and 2 little boys somewhere in all that mess.
Well as I had mentioned one parrticularly horrendous day when baby girl cried non-stop, wash was piling up, supper still unfinished and little boys wanting mamas very frazzle attention, this mamas tears started pouring down like Niagra Falls and there wasn't any signs of the river running dry any time soon. I remember taking my baby girl and sinking into my rocker and just sitting there sobbing while she shrieked in my arms and i frantically whispered God please do something i can't take anymore. Then, not being able to handle the shrieking any longer i took baby girl, dried my tears and went out onto the front porch, and there out across the my railing at eye level was the most gorgeous full rainbow i had ever seen, and it was mine all alone, you see we live in the middle of woods, were surrounded on all sides by many trees, there are no neighbors 'cept if ya part the bushes and trees and the only blue sky and sunshine is straight up. anyway, i just held my screaming daughter and began to smile, here was this gift sent straight from the Glories of Heaven to me, and it WASN'T EVEN RAINING. to this frazzled, sleep deprived, mama of three it was a sign of HOPE. this season of life i was in would move on, and as long i was in this season I had a Heavenly Father that was constantly with me traveling these rocky paths step by step.

So now 8 years later as i thought about rainbows and the POT-O'-GOLD thing came to my mind again i thought you know what??? I have that Pot-o'-gold. I was handed it 8 years ago when i felt like i couldn't take one more shaky step. yes! i might have had a little girl that seemed to have an over stimulated water works system, but i was RICH.....I STILL AM RICH!!!!! And i had to stop and smile ank my God for the amazing POT-O'-GOLD he gifted me with, a husband who is still after 14 years the LOVE of MY LIFE, 2 handsome sons,(yes 1 we only had 5 years with but still ) a beautiful daughter,(that still knows how to use those lungs, thankfully mostly for singing, and can still turn on the water when she deems it to her advantage :) but i have plenty of food, clothing a warm house, family, friends and love so much love. I had to remind myself that ya know, them POT-O'-GOLDS really aren't that hard to find after all if I just take the time to look, and sometimes it doesn't even take a storm to bring them about, i just need to choose each day to see the rainbows and we'll strike it rich every time!! 

Singin' In Spite Of The Storms!

 

Walking out onto my porch, it was with awe i peered into our little evergreen and saw a nest with 4 perfect blue eggs nestled there. Wow, i thought, this is great, we'll be privileged to get an up close and personal encounter wit new life. It was like being handed and unexpected gift.

 

We watched in fascination over the next few days as another perfect little egg was delivered to the nest, as of yet we had not seen the feathered mama that was blessed with these 5 new lives, though our suspicions said probably a Robin. One day however we walked out to check for any changes in our little hatchery and to our horror all were gone, there was smashed pieces of dainty blue eggs hangin' haphazardly from evergreen branches and scattered carelessly on the earth below. We were left with an empty cold hatchery and endless questions of who could have been the culprit behind such cruelty, was it a hungry snake, or one of the many cranky Blue-Jays or the pathetic looking orange Tabby we had seen wondering through. it was a question we had no answer for at the moment and probably never would. well that's part of the chain of life I guess, we thought sadly as we turned from the empty, sad looking little nest.

  

Thinking over all this i had to think in terms of my life and the similarities there were between these feathered friends life and mine and the attitudes of each of us. I thought of the faith of these small, but amazing creatures, how I have never witnessed any one them ever sitting on my wash line with a grimace over what life had handed them. They have always been up and about the next morning with the same cheery song, that goes on endlessly through out the day.

 

I thought, you know here was this little mama painstakingly caring for these precious little unborn 5, making sure they had a cozy, sturdy little home to welcome them into, only to then one day have them snatched away and never getting to meet those little blessings, and yet.........SHE SANG. And then i thought back a few years  in my own life, when i was so ecstatic over the new life growing inside, and dreaming who this little blessing would like like and how much we anticipated meeting this tiny little person, only to one day wake up and realize, wait, somethings not right, and then to have that precious life snatched away before it ever really began. and then i wondered, through that, could anyone look at me and say, wow, through the pain, she kept her eyes on the Father, and,..........SHE SANG!