When Ordinary is Extraordinary

During this transition, I’ve felt so much love from my husband, my family, my friends and life here is beginning to take shape.  I’m meeting friends, settling into our home, and discovering more about this area and ways to get involved.

And in it all, I’m learning thankfulness… thankfulness for even the ordinary.  What do I mean?

The word, ordinary, is defined as something that is uninteresting, that has no special or distinct features.  So what is ordinary?  Isn’t that a matter of perspective?  What might seem uninteresting to me, could be special to someone else.  My sister has actually taught me a lot about thankfulness.  To see life in a different way, to see and be thankful for where you are, what you have, and what is in front of you is powerful.  It changes the way you live.  It opens up awareness to opportunities that you otherwise would not have seen.  It changes the thought, what do I need, to what can I give.

To me, there is something special about the ordinary.

In Acts, I’m learning about Peter and John as they were filled with the Holy Spirit and performed miracles in the name of Jesus.  Acts 4:13 states, “When they (Sanhedrin) saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished and they took note that these men had been with Jesus.”

Here Peter and John are not described as great, powerful men…but ordinary.  Yet, they are filled with the Spirit, performing miracles and boldly declaring truth in the name of Jesus.  Seems extraordinary to me!

When lies tell you, you are nothing but ordinary, that there is nothing special about you, that there is nothing you have to offer, remember, God has a different perspective and can use you daily, in any moment, in any simple act of love, the ordinary is extraordinary.  And for that I’m thankful!

“Saruman believes it is only great power that can hold evil in check, but that is not what I have found. I found it is the small everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love.” (Gandalf)  ~J.R.R Tolkien, The Hobbit


Well ladies and gentlemen, I’m in Virginia!  What?  I never thought I would say that.  Yes, believe it or not, after approximately 4 years of living outside of the country, I’m back in the States, for longer than a month or so.

Life has changed a lot over the past month in incredible ways.  I’m no longer living with three amazing women in an apartment in Spain that was filled with laughter, cooking, baking, coffee, and just great friendships that I know will continue to grow know matter where we live.


I’m now living with my best friend, my husband, and we are discovering a lot as we live this great life together.  I find myself unpacking memories, fotos, coffee cups, and other miscellaneous items reminding me of people who have been a part of my life.  Walls are bare as they wait for the right foto be placed in the right spot.

I’m in a strange place and know few people but am ready to make and build relationships.  I’m ready for this second floor apartment to be filled with memories, laughter, and friends and family.  Things I can do without, people I cannot.  As life here begins to take shape, I look around at the empty walls, mismatched furniture, and boxes of our memories coming together.  And in the midst of this transition, I see my husband, my sweet, strong, wonderful husband who checks on me, takes care of me, loves me, and I know…

Where he is, is home.  I’m home.
safe(photo by Tara Leigh Project)