Rainbows

Anyone that listens to the news, knows all about the rain and flooding in Colorado.  And guess what! New Mexico happens to be just under that popular state.  We have seen SO much rain this month.  In fact, I am not sure the last time we've had this much summer rain.  It's wonderful and crazy all at the same time.  I am a lover of rain; probably because I live in such a dry place.  There is nothing better than watching crunchy brown grass turn to glorious green. And the only thing better than that is thunder storms.  Love. Them. (Unless they strike by my house and burn out all of the appliances --that is not at all cool.) We live in one of those places where the thunder rumbles against the mountains in a "Man From Snowy River"-ish way. Which in case you haven't watched that movie, well, you should have...it's a good movie...with cool sounding thunder in it.

But best of all are the rainbows!!!  Oh yes, this week has been a week of huge, bright, endless rainbows. 

 

Why in the world am I talking about rainbows!?! 

Good question.

We had a metaphorical rainbow today! 

 

We are officially headed to see Olivia in less than a week!! We finally have a court date.  Thanks to a judge who was very good at dragging her feet; we have only a few days to get our bags packed and flights scheduled. I have never dealt with a travel agency before. So I have a lot to learn this week. Apparently it will be a crash course, since I pretty much need get it done by tomorrow. Speaking of crash courses, I am trying to learn a little Polish!  Yep.  Here you go!

 

Do Widzenia

"good bye"

 

Have a great week everyone! Oh and if you are into this sort of thing...I have a Olivia Search and Find for you. Beware...it is in Polish, so unless you know more than I do, you will have no idea what they are talking about. But she's in there (I could tell you where, but what is the fun in that).

God Moves In A Mysterious Way

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

 

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

 

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

 

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

 

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

 

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

 

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

 

(by William Cowper)