Choosing On earth as it is in heaven

​Before heading out on my 4 mile walk this morning, I read a beautiful birthday tribute a friend wrote to her father. And in his comment to her tribute, the father said, "you write beautifully about the most mundane of things."

That struck me. It struck me because it's true. She does. But it also struck me that I'm not sure this friend knows what mundane is.

One definition of the word mundane is: 'of this earthly world rather than a heavenly or spiritual one.'

This friend of mine seems to see the heavenly in everything, you know - on earth as it is in heaven.

I don't know if this is a gift she has, or a skill. I want to believe it's a skill. I want to believe I too can better do on earth as it is in heaven. I too want to know nothing about mundane.

I thought about that on my walk this morning.

When seeing a tree. When passing waving friends. When hearing dogs bark and cars honk. It really is possible to see and hear and feel it all as spiritual.

It's a choice.

And so maybe mundane is as well - a choice.

Maybe the gift is actually in who we become when we turn our backs on the mundane and choose on earth as it is in heaven. Maybe that is when we all become more beautiful writers of these stories we live and tell.