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The Rainbow Woman And An Answered Prayer
A Memory of Faith Fulfilled
A few years ago, in the fall of 2013, I lived in Burbank, California, and I journeyed to San Diego for Thanksgiving to spend time with family members, some of whom I had not seen in decades. And what a lovely time it was. I’m blessed with a multitude of family members spread across the country, and I try never to forget that.
But when I first decided to make the holiday visit in 2013, I did not want to drive, even though the distance between Burbank and San Diego is not that far.
In either case, I traveled by train, which I had not done before.
I had taken the local Metro line in and around Los Angeles but never a lengthy distance on the great American railways. But once I did, the Burbank-San Diego journey proved eclectic and enlightening.
The trip to San Diego began on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and it was pleasant enough. I sat with a family of three. A mother and father and their young soccer-loving daughter who, in a recent game, had injured her left thumb, which needed stitches. So she was wearing a cast. We all talked about a lot of topics, and the four-hour time frame passed quickly.
But it was on the Friday trip back to Burbank that entranced me.
