I just celebrated my birthday back on January 12th and although I did not have a birthday on the trail, my son, Paul Bunyan did. The day before his birthday was an absolutely awful day for us. We were crossing Baldpate Mtn in Maine with the worst weather of wind, rain, and fog. The rocks were so slippery it took us forever to cross them, it seemed. I felt so bad for him as he was scared and so was I. Huddled in a shelter sipping warm drinks, we decided we would try and make it to the hostel a day ahead of time to dry out and get ready for his birthday. Thankfully we were able to get a hold of the hostel operators who picked us up in style in their mini motor home and took us to their wonderful home near Andover, Maine. We were treated to a homestyle family dinner as soon as we walked in. Seeing all the bounty laid out before me, I nearly cried. It was hard to believe we had gone through such an awful day on the trail, only to be rewarded at the end with a feast, surrounded by happy people. The next day Paul Bunyan had his birthday in style. It just reminded me of the faithfulness of God, that there are rainbows to enjoy when the storms of life are through. So do not lose heart.