So often the plans God has for us are greater than anything we could imagine. In the Nevada desert He shows me that again and again.
One morning I awoke and debated whether I had time for coffee. I pulled up a corner of a curtain and peaked outside. In the east a tiny patch of sky brightened just above the horizon. I slid my bare feet into fleece-lined boots and slipped out the door.
At the fence line I photographed the sunrise–persimmon, lemon, pomegranate–colors that made me thirst for something more nourishing than coffee. But as beautiful as the colors were, competing black clouds prevented me from getting a clear shot.
Cold rain drops plopped onto my head, my shoulders, my fingers as I cupped my camera. The neighbor’s fat white terrier appeared, sniffed at me from a distance and drifted.
I turned toward the Eugene Mountains and froze at the sight of pure gold light reflected in the clouds and on the mountain tops. A rainbow arched across Antelope Plains, one end dipping into the Eugene’s. Below, the freeway, an overpass, an exit.
Vision of heaven and earth.