I was told to open my eyes.
When I did, a weed that was growing up through our rocks quickly caught my eye. The sun was shimmering off the rainwater that was still hanging on to its leaves, and it was beautiful, even from several yards away.
I was pulled to a particular sparkling raindrop, which can actually be seen on the left side of the photo, and was told it was me. It's hard to put into words what that meant, and maybe I'm not supposed to, but it truly touched me and resonated with my spirit. Out of everything in my backyard, a water droplet was able to capture my attention with its wondrous beauty only because of the Light that shone through it at that very moment.
We're all represented in those raindrops, which made that little weed one of the most beautiful things I could see as the sun radiated down on it—a weed I would have normally ignored or even yanked out of the ground and tossed aside. If those tiny raindrops represent us and can radiate so brightly that they turn something intrusive into something so captivating... imagine the possibilities!