08/04/2026
As a mother, I don’t have the option of giving up. I have three precious children here on earth who still need me. They need me to be present, to love them well, and to provide the safest, most normal space I can for their little hearts as they grieve the loss of their sister.
The truth is, if Rachael had been my only child, I honestly believe I would have crawled into a hole and never come out. The pain of losing a child is beyond words. It changes every part of you.
We recently kept our family’s annual beach tradition, even though our sweet RayRay wasn’t there with us. I was so hesitant to go because I was certain I would spend the entire trip crying and wouldn’t be able to enjoy a single moment. It was incredibly hard, and there was an emptiness that followed us everywhere. But somehow, by God’s grace, I found the strength to push through and be as present as I could for my family. It wasn’t the same, and it never will be, but we faced it together.
When we pulled into our driveway after returning home, we were greeted by the brightest, most beautiful rainbow stretching across the sky. In my heart, it felt like a little God wink—as if He was gently reminding me that He is with us, and that our sweet girl is safe in His arms.
Since Rachael went to Heaven less than two months ago, we’ve seen 14 rainbows in so many different places. Before this, I might have noticed only two or three in an entire year. Fourteen in less than two months feels far too extraordinary for me to ignore. Whether others see them as coincidence or not, they have brought comfort to my grieving heart, and I choose to see them as reminders of God’s promises, His presence, and the hope we have in Christ.
I wanted to share each of the rainbows we’ve been blessed to capture. They have become little reminders that even in the darkest storms, God’s faithfulness still shines through.
I hope these little glimpses of beauty bring someone else a bit of hope today. 🌈❤️
