Morning Dew

It was a morning when the sound of rain beat fiercely against the window.

My daughter, having just woken up, began to cry for no reason, and a small thorn of 'oh dear' pricked my heart as well.

Mothers are human too, so sometimes, our peace of mind can be hidden behind rain clouds.

I quietly went to the next room and opened a book.

What I found there were words of gratitude that were so obvious I had forgotten them: 'having a house that can shelter us from the wind and rain'.

They were words of gratitude that were so obvious I had forgotten them.

I sat down next to my tearful daughter and we looked outside together.

'It's quite a storm, isn't it? But we're okay because we have a house. We can be here in this warm room. I wonder if the butterflies outside are resting their wings under some leaf somewhere...'

The moment she heard my clumsy words, my daughter's tears stopped instantly.

She stared intently at the rain-blurred scenery beyond the window.

How beautiful her profile was.

Her still-button nose and eyes that looked as if they had just been washed. And a single shining tear that remained on her young cheek.

The little heart of a six-year-old might have just moved away from her own 'sadness' and gently nestled up to the lives of the creatures outside.

She might have been gently nestling up to the lives of the creatures outside.

I could clearly feel my daughter's consciousness gently expanding toward the invisible 'outside world'.

We often force upon others a love that says, 'I want things to go my way.'

But perhaps true love is not about taking or giving, but about noticing what is already there.

Perhaps true love is about noticing what is already there.

Being sensitive is sometimes painful, but it is a gift from God that allows us to receive the sound of the wind, the scent of the rain, and the nuances of someone's heart more than anyone else.

The morning dew shining on her cheek is a small sign for making the world beautiful.

I believe that one day, that single drop will sow seeds of gentle hope

in someone's parched heart.