Be the Rainbow

There is a reason people stop when they see a rainbow.

Not because it demands attention.

Because it reminds us of something ancient buried deep within us: hope still exists.

A rainbow appears after storms.

After chaos.

After the sky has exhausted itself.

And according to scripture, the rainbow was never merely decoration. It was a promise from God a sign that destruction would not have the final word. That mercy would always outrun devastation.

I think about that often.

Not just as faith.

As embodiment.

I want my life to feel like that promise.

I want people to encounter me and leave lighter. Safer. More hopeful than before.

Not because I am perfect, but because I choose to carry beauty gently.

In my work, I do not just want to create lashes, skin, brows, or aesthetics. I want to create an atmosphere where people remember their worth. Where beauty becomes restorative. Where someone can sit down exhausted by the world and leave remembering that softness still exists.

I want my presence to feel like evidence that God is still creating beautiful things.

The rainbow does not fight for attention.

It simply appears after darkness and says:

“I know what happened hurt. But the story is not over.”

That is the kind of person I want to become.

Someone who reflects light after storms.

Someone who makes people believe in tomorrow again.

Someone whose life points back to God without needing to announce it constantly.

Because sometimes the most powerful testimony is not what you say.

It is what people feel in your presence.

When someone lays on my treatment bed exhausted from life, I do not just see lashes, skin, or brows. I see a human being carrying invisible storms.

And maybe for a few hours, I can become a prism.

Because a rainbow is nothing more than light passing through water and perhaps that is what people are too souls carrying both light and suffering at the same time.

The rainbow does not exist despite the rain.It exists because of it.

What a profound thing.

Some of the most beautiful people I have ever encountered were people who survived unbearable things and still chose tenderness. Still chose faith. Still chose to love.

That is God to me.

Not merely in sermons or sanctuaries, but in the people who reflect His gentleness after every reason not to.

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.”— Matthew 5:8