Ordinary turned extradordinary

It rained yesterday...drops of rain that pounded the earth and turned the parking lot into a river. There were dark stormy clouds that sent down piles of white hail. It was just an ordinary rain storm the kind we expect in the fall. It was the kind that made big puddles though...you know the kind you splash in without bothering to change into ordinary old clothes.

This week was not an ordinary week...and after so many distracting things of life it was nice just to sit and do nothing. Just listening to the ordinary rain fall.

Remembering that I do not serve an ordinary God, but an extraordinary one.

Realizing that life isn't always about the extraordinary, but the ordinary is just as in important.

I thought the hug of my mother when she kissed my good bye last Sunday...ordinary as it was it felt extraordinary to me.

When my friend simply rubbed my sore muscles and listened to me I thought how wonderful ordinary life can be.

Waking up in the morning is very ordinary...by the end of the day it is only you who can determine whether you had an ordinary day or extraordinary day.

Every day lived under the goodness of God I think should be extraordinary. But that is just my opinion...