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.