I woke up to an ice storm complete with power outages and school delays. This cannot possibly be the kind of day to celebrate a Year of Blogging with Flair.
But one thing I've learned after blogging every day for a year is that I can choose to find the flair in an ice storm.
What's it going to look like to embellish with wonder and deeply infuse the ordinary with some spiritual reality? Can I do this again today in the midst of the humdrum and the common routines?
I've taken on the spiritual discipline of finding God's truth reflected in the ordinary object: acorns, a cat's injured eye, a snowflake, a wandering albatross. I find that bit of truth that shows me, by analogy, a kingdom reality.
The ordinary day shimmers with God's radiance. The mundane does indeed become marvelous, and we simply have to worship.
Even when the ice storm destroys the freshly bloomed daffodils. All the fresh buds bend down. There's beauty in the ice. There's beauty in the bowed head of that daffodil. The daffodil, after all, is a narcissus plant whose name derives from the Greek myth about Narcissus. As you may know, Narcissus becomes obsessed with his own reflection at the water's edge, falls into the water, and drowns.
Is it God's loving hand that sends the thing into our lives that invites us to bow down in worship? The thing that reminds us that He is God and we are not? The thing that forces us (for once) to take our eyes off of ourselves and instead gaze upon the beauty of the Lord?
Send the ice storm if it means I bow down.
Journal: What bows me down when I tend towards narcissism?