How I love you, My little rose! I love your fragrance that rises to Me – and this beautiful aroma comes from the crushing and testings that you have been going through. Though it comes as a result of pain and is garnished with tears like dewdrops, in every dewdrop sparkles the glory of the rainbow.
Every dewdrop melts and becomes part of the rose, and those dewdrops enhance your beauty so that you sparkle like a diamond. Those dewdrops of pain, suffering and loneliness will glow as costly gems of great price that set you, My rose, apart from the ordinary.
You would not have Me dry your dewdrops, would you? I could wipe away those tears in an instant, but the diamonds would be lost. So I ask that you cherish those dewdrops. Every twinge of pain, every heartbreak or lonely moment is another diamond being formed to enhance your beauty, My rose.
The morning will come for you when all your dewdrops will have melted away, and the sun will shine on you! Wait for the morning and watch for the sunrise, as it creeps over the mountains. For when it seems it will not come, all of a sudden it is there. Your morning will dawn, glorious and bright, when all the tears of night will be gone—gone, yet cherished as a priceless collection of diamonds which are the reward of those lonely times when you sought Me and found Me, and when our special bond was formed.