rainbows: a universal language.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, there are pictures here
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I saw this today, while I was eating dinner with my parents. 
“Quick, Jess! Go take a picture–for your blog!” my pop commanded me.
And so I did just that.
But, that rainbow.
What a reminder that the world cannot be all that bad when there are rainbows hung in the sky like that. And it was amazing; the restaurant basically stopped so we could all press our faces against the glass or jump outside in the rain and snap a photo. I love when something speaks a universal language. When it stops all of us in our tracks, no matter where those tracks lead, were someone to follow them to wherever it is we each come from; whatever it is we call home.
I love that no matter where you are or what language you speak or who it is that makes your heart beat that much faster when you hear their voice, a glittering rainbow above us evokes an ahhhhhhhhhh.
And that ahhhhhhhhh is universal.
Like laughter.
And tears.
And dance.
And hand holding.
And a kiss.
All of it reminds us that we’re more alike than not, I think.
That we’re all created by someone whose love was the motivation for the rainbow in the first place.
And love is for darn sure a universal language.
oh, snap.
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Today I went to the mall. I do not particularly like the mall. There is too much stuff in the world; I find it overwhelming. I walk through the aisles of places like Target and I wonder how it is that so many things like dishtowels and plastic toys populate an earth that is otherwise beautiful. But I buy plastic toys for people who love them. And I use dishtowels, too.
But then I went on a long walk and the moon was quite generous, allowing me to see far into the night like that, and the snow is like grace. I have done absolutely nothing to make it appear, but there it is anyway, making life more beautiful.
But the mall. All that stuff is overwhelming to me. Though I must say, I do find a place for boots and dresses and sweater tights, especially. Oh, and almost anything that’s yellow.
And these girls sure do make it better.
No, not better–they make it amazing; they make anywhere amazing.
They are like music, those girls.
Which is something that I am grateful to do. Music, I mean. Whenever I wonder what it is that I am doing with my life, exactly, I break it down and try to look at the details. And then it’s hard not to feel grateful. Because I get to sing a lot. I get to dance. I get to teach the things that I love. And I get to share life with the kind of people who get into your heart and make it better.
I also get to snap.
Which is what my mom pictured me doing here, at our show this past Wednesday.
I actually have a pretty fierce snap. It’s probably what I am most proud of. Try not to be too jealous; I am sure you do something well, too.
