So, God decided that one should remain to remind us of the beautiful world He has created and the promise of Spring’s return.”
The child looked down and then lifting her head slowly, she whispered, “And I found it, grandmother.”
“Yes, and with that you have a great responsibility,” she said as she held the young girl’s face in her hands.
“What?!” said the puzzled child.
“You must now take time to see God’s colours in the darkness of winter. You must be the sunshine. You must help those who have forgotten how beautiful life is, to see the colour of God’s love for them.”
“Oh, grandmother, I don’t know how to,” she said.
“It is simple. Be yourself. People believe only what they see. Like the flowers and butterflies. But God makes people beautiful inside.
It is up to us to bring that beauty out by loving each other, helping each other and when we find someone who has fallen, just like that
butterfly, it is up to us to pick them up, caress them and care for them.
For one day it may very well be His Chosen One left behind.”
The child moved closer to her grandmother as they sat admiring God’s messenger.
Take time to see the beauty, the colours of God in the people around you.
You, too may find the “Poor little butterfly!”