By Joseph J. Mazzella

It had been raining on and off for three days straight. I was driving home trying to see through my windshield. My old pair of wipers weren’t doing a very good job of clearing the water off the glass.

I noticed that my fuel was getting low too and decided to pull into the local gas station to refill my tank. I pulled in behind an old car with a young mother filling it up. Her daughter was looking out the window at the falling rain.

All at once the little girl exclaimed, “Look at the rainbow, Mommy!”  Both her mother and I craned our heads to the sky but there were only gray clouds overhead. “Not there, mommy, here!” The little girl pointed to the pavement. There in a small puddle of leaked oil was the rainbow shining up at us. I smiled at the little girl’s innocence and at her wisdom as well.

There have been many times in my own life when I wished I had eyes that saw as well as the little girl’s did. I wished I had eyes that saw from the heart rather than the head. I wished I had eyes that saw the thousand times something good happened rather than the one time something bad did. I wished I had eyes that saw the million miracles of life that surround us every day. I wished I had eyes that recognized the countless signs of God’s love that are all around us. I wished I had eyes that could see a rainbow in the road as well as the sky.

I think that those clear-seeing eyes still exist deep in the souls of all of us. We have just forgotten how to use them.  With a little patience and a little patience, though, I think we could all learn to use them again. Open your eyes and your heart wide then. See the beauty of this world that surrounds you. See the love of God all around you. See the goodness within yourself and others. Then go out and share your sight and your love with the world.