What do you find magical? One of my writer group friends came up with this question the other day. Magical, using the second definition (not the occult one), means “beautiful or delightful in such a way as to seem removed from everyday life”. For me, that encompasses a lot of areas. I have a few…
Chocolate chip cookies. Red lipstick. Baby chortles. Music by Debussy.
Zac thinks the Vikings naming Greenland, despite its icy landscape, elicited a sweet bit of magical irony. Also, power stations.
Pepperoni and black olive pizza. Anything with basil in it. The very earliest signs of spring. Rainbows, anywhere.
Ruby finds flying magical, especially if you’re a cheetah-wing (half bat, half cheetah).
The chill breeze of autumn. Sunrises. The sea. Parmesan pita chips. Bridge mix. Okay, okay, this list is getting rather food heavy. Guess you can tell I’m not on a diet!
Jonathon says my smile has a magical quality. Sweet man.
Running as the sun crests the treeline, the air expectant. Cat snuggles. Laughter from any one of them – Jonathon, Zac or Ruby.
Last, but not least, I think God’s holy presence is magical. He lives outside of time, yet he continually works in and through our everyday lives. He changes us from glory to glory every time we meet. I believe God loves surprises – the good kind. All of these things delight or transport us in some way. Each of us experience things differently, with a unique perspective. What is magical to you?
So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord–who is the Spirit–makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image. – 2 Corinthians 3:18