Five Minute Saturday:::Ordinary

Ordinary. Ordinary is  how I feel after I exit a movie theatre, with the story and characters still whirling in my head, wishing somehow I could become on of them. Ordinary is how I look at myself after hearing someone else's story. It's not bad at all. I'm not saying stories are bad. In fact they are truly amazing. But sometimes it's just the feeling of being pulled through someone's whole life in a few hours that gets me. I start wondering why I'm still sitting in a huge pile of to dos and homework and laundry that still needs to be done and worries and problems that could be solved with just a few hours or a conversation.  Sometimes I think it's amazing I can still breathe.

But sometimes maybe ordinary can be good. When the world just seems to come back together and I can see who I really am. Beloved, wrapped in a web of love spun ***excuse that bad metaphor* by the nail scarred hands of someone who truly loves me. Who thinks I'm beautiful and useful and beloved. He wants that to be who I am. Someone radically defined by his love. Maybe our God wants to prove to us that ordinary isn't so bad after all. Maybe he works through the endless Saturdays filled with homework as much as the glorious hours spent with friends and family and serving. That's what I need. I need to be excited just by the fact that my God is near on these days where I don't give him a second thought. I need to find joy in the fact that my God knows all about what I'm studying. That I am a  treasure in a jar of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.Somehow, somewhere  God will show up. It's just a matter of whether we notice or not.