If someone asked me to describe this winter, I'd say simply "wet and grey." Almost every day, it's been the same...rain, low clouds and fog, drizzle, grey skies. I'm doing some reading about Celtic spirituality in preparation for my trip to western Ireland the end of August. In a book by J. Philip Newell, I found a poem/prayer by George MacLeod, founder of the modern-day Iona community. Here's an excerpt that seems particularly significant given all these grey days...
Show to us the glory in the grey.
Awake for us Thy presence in the very storm
till all our joys are seen as Thee
and all our trivial tasks emerge as priestly sacraments
in the universal temple of Thy love.
Find some glory in the grey. Enjoy your Sunday!