Invisible Rainbows

       Invisible Rainbows is what I call a Christian love story about a southern woman, Hannah Moss, who was fortunate to find, fall in love and marry her soul mate, David Everman.  They were both in their mid twenties when they met and were very compatible even though they were raised differently as night and day.  Hannah believed in her heart that when they were born, God meant for them to be together as husband and wife.

       David was the only child of a hard working, loving, middle class American family who practiced deep religious and moral values.  Though his mother and father disagreed on his upbringing, the end result was that right always wins out.

They lived in the city where both parents had respectable jobs and appreciated the value of the hard earned dollar.

      Hannah was born and raised in a poor rural community where the village raised the children.  Each family had as much as the next one, because they shared what they had to make sure everyone had a little.   Hannah and her sister both moved to the city after graduating from high school and after the death of their mother.   The city life didn’t affect their lives because they came to get an

education and were able to keep their eyes on the prize.

     After Hannah and David were married, their lives slowly evolved into an institution of love, commitment and trust.  She didn’t know until much later in their marriage that he was financially well to do.  But, since she had her own sense of security and independence, his money was only icing on the cake.

     The couple wanted to have children but was unable to so they wrapped themselves up into each other.  David was comfortable being the bread winner and wanted little else to do.   Hannah was the overseer, decision maker and loving wife and was capable of doing it all very well.

     During their life together they weathered many storms, but their faith in God and love for each other brought them through each one.   They never realized their ultimate dream of being parents; it just wasn’t meant to be.  They touched and enhanced the lives of so many children through their work at the Youth Center that well compensated for what they thought of as a deficit in their lives.

      The many storms in their lives produced lots of colorful rainbows when the raging was done.  Most were meant for the whole world to see, but it was the invisible ones that God showed Hannah when she closed her eyes and opened her heart to Him that gave her strength.

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       That night the children wanted their Aunt Hannah to tell them the story about Poor Mrs. Inader.  They’d heard it many times before, but Mooz wanted it told one more time before he got too old for bed time stories.

       Mrs. Inader is an elderly woman who lives alone in the back woods near a creek that runs off the Strafford River.  She goes fishing almost every day, as fish is her main source of food.  She’s very skilled in the art and seldom loses her lines or hooks in the process though there is lots of debris in the water.   One day in November, she was fishing in her favorite spot, sitting under a large Oak Tree; her 16 foot cane pole was equipped for whatever came along.  Her cork, named Bobble signaled to her that he was ready and on the job. 

       Rufus is one of a few leaves still attached to a branch right over Mrs. Inader’s head; most had already fallen and landed in their designated spots.  All of a sudden it was Rufus’ turn.  “Woopie.”  Rufus shouted as he sailed from the Oak and landed in the water two feet from Bobble.  He floated in a straight collision path into Bobble.  “Move out of my way, you lazy ball of cork.  I see you out here all the time, bouncing around, working in cahoots with Mrs. Inader; trapping fish after fish on her hook.  I’ve watched you since I was born last spring, but today is my day to rule this creek and I’m headed straight to my destination.”  Rufus bumped into Bobble with all his might, shouting, “I have the right of passage.”