Sometimes we are inexplicably given the gift of a sign or message. That sign can be the thing that helps us to persevere, hang on, or power through difficult times. Having had a few trials myself, I have come to recognize two spontaneous messages of hope in my life. Those two signs I find comfort in are: monarch butterflies and double rainbows. (Nope, I do not have any imaginary friends or see unicorns- in case you are wondering.)
One of these signs appeared while I was vacationing at the beach. Longing for a modicum of peace, I decided to take a solo walk along the shore. It was a bright, breezy day with vast, blue skies exploding in every direction. I knew the crashing waves would drown out the sounds of the world and the smell of salt and laughter of gulls would relieve my internal and external tension. I began to talk to God about all that was bothering me (He already knew, but hey?) and asked for guidance, wisdom, clarity and anything else He might throw in for good measure. All of a sudden, out of NO WHERE appeared a lone, monarch butterfly. It was bright yellow and fluttered about me for a good, five minutes. It’s spontaneous presence was awe inspiring and felt like a divine message of hope was hitting my “Inbox.”
My second “message moment” occurred more recently. A friend was sharing what she was enduring over the phone. By chance, I looked up and saw not one, but TWO spectacular rainbows. Their concise, colorful arches expanded the sky end to end and took my breath away. Immediately, I pulled my car over and told her to hang on because I was sending her something via text RIGHT then. The shot was a “shout from the sky” telling us to hang on because the same God who promised Noah no more floods was still with her too! She agreed they were perfect and perfectly timed.
Some might reason these two phenomena away with scientific facts. That’s okay. I still get to choose that they hold deeper meaning for me. I think I need these symbols of hope to keep on keeping on. Also, I like hearing from the Creator, no matter His medium. (And, no, I still haven’t, and don’t plan on seeing any unicorns.)