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Thankful: the rainbow

Last night, I was on my way to buffalo wild wings to meet my boyfriend for 60 cent wings.  I took a figurative look at myself and knew that I just wasn't joyful.  And I wanted to be.  So I asked God for joy.
Meanwhile, from 92,960,000 miles away, the sun was setting in a beautiful manner.
As the awareness of my numb and dull emotional state sunk in, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a spot of rainbow in the clouds.  It wasn't raining and hadn't at all that day, but there was that rainbow, beautiful and reminding me that God keeps His promises.
This reminded me that God is good and powerful. And I remembered that my joy does not have to do with anything seen.  Happiness might.  But joy is much bigger than that.  Joy has to do with the God that is still the same today as when He made a promise to Noah so many thousand years ago with a rainbow. 
He gave me joy just from being reminded of who He is, and who I am to Him.
I'm thankful for that rainbow in my rearview mirror yesterday that was the start of a spark of joy that turned my whole day around.

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