Searching for a Rainbow

A few months ago I would search for rainbows. Surely if I saw a rainbow it meant that my own rainbow was on it's way. Right? Wrong! As weeks turned into months I looked harder. The high beams on the speed limit sign. Does that count? The rain falling in the oil puddle in the parking lot. Does that count? The four year old handing me a prism in awe of the rainbow on the wall. Surely that counts? After six months of looking for rainbows in everything, I quit watching. I stopped searching and accepted that it would happen when it was meant to. No sign was going to shine in my path to tell me that my wait was over. We continue to wait for our rainbow. No longer searching the skies, no longer smiling when a rainbow crosses our path. Just waiting. And praying. And crying. Lots and lots of tears and prayers. So here's my hope: somewhere the prayer will mix with the tears and create a beautiful rainbow intended just for us!