Mist almost covered the mountain, a gray fog through which shone the bare outline of the beautiful countryside. I turned into a winding road that led toward home, and there it was. Faint at first, not very distinct, but it was right there in front of me.
I stopped the car in the middle of the quiet road, wrestled my camera from my coat pocket, fumbled with the settings, all the time hoping that the hint of rainbow would not vanish into the mist. It waited. It waited only long enough for me to take two pictures and then it disappeared. All the components of the picture remained, everything except the star attraction that lived for several minutes and then sought out another location to shine in mist and sunlight.
What do you think of when you see a rainbow? Good luck? Memories of other rainbows in other places? I think of the biblical story in which God sets the “bow” in the sky as a sign of covenant, or promise. Memories are often triggered by sights or sounds or smells, some good memories and some not so good. But the shimmering colors of the rainbow will forever mean the covenant holds, promises are kept, hope lives. I needed that reminder in that moment. I needed to know that the deal was still on, the covenant is still honored. And there it was in my line of sight hovering where I could see it as I turned a corner, here and gone. But it was enough. Even a brief glimpse of the sacred is enough to turn your world around.
P.S. How can l let God know that I’m still committed to the covenant?
Shining Spirit 
Just beautiful. Glad you had the moment and shared it. Nothing like a ‘bow’ moment, but this morning Dee and I walked a few holes on the golf course because it was closed to golfers due to snowfall which itself was just beautiful, the white crystals of snow with dark patches of green grass shinning through plus we were seeing deer, rabbits and many birds. At one point during the walk Dee said, “but we have not seen any Cardinals.” As she was saying this, I looked at her and over her shoulder in a bush not more than 10 feet away a pair of Cardinals landed and strutted there red plumage as they looked at us and we them for a couple of minutes before they flew off to spread some joy to others. We were thankful for this kind of sacred moment in our day.