If you follow me on Instagram, then you are no stranger to why Hawaii is aptly nicknamed The Rainbow State. Phil and I live in an area of the island that sees quite a bit of morning rain, so we are fortunate enough to experience rainbows on the daily. And I'm not even exaggerating; we see them every morning on the way into work (and if we're lucky, on our way home), and like the amazing island sunsets we are blessed with, our rainbows never get old. Ever.
Some days, these colorful arcs are subtle, hiding shyly behind a blanket of gray cloud coverage, and other days, they are loud and vibrant, reverberating across a bluebird sky. Regardless of the backdrop, whenever I see a rainbow, I am reminded of Jesus, and in that moment, I give thanks and praise. And then I follow it up with a high-pitched squeal, because underneath this skin, I am a kid at heart and when I see something big and colorful and pretty painted across the sky, it warrants a heartfelt "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"
While looking through the camera roll on my iPhone tonight, I smiled at the countless rainbow photos I've managed to hoard over time. I am blessed. And I feel SO lucky to live here.
It has been especially soggy upcountry these last few days, but it is also a welcome reprieve from the heat and high temps of late. I've happily busted out the flannel PJ's and extra blanket at night; it feels very winter-y to fall asleep (and wake up) to the sound of rain drumming against our roof. This weather--as comforting as it is--makes it just a little difficult to get out of bed and rally for the day; there is something about rainy weather that just beckons you under a fuzzy blanket with your hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee or tea.
Come to Maui. Let's share a rainbow together.