There is something to be said for ordinary. Ordinary sets the stage for the extraordinary. Without the everyday, commonplace happenings . . . the morning mug of steaming coffee, quiet moments spent reading, making shopping lists and folding laundry, the extraordinary would not stand out at all.
To think that a massive collection of metal and bolts and dials and engine parts could lift off the ground and fly through the air is extraordinary . . . but to a bird, it is commonplace, customary, ordinary.
And the ordinary can become extraordinary over time. With the advent of new technology the ways most of us do things have changed dramatically. What was once an amazing jaw-dropping sight to those who travelled by horse and buggy has now become the ordinary . . . and the horse and buggy, extraordinary.
Reading at Ann Voskamp’s today I thrilled to the story of hundreds of ordinary farmers who came together to do what they have done all their lives. But in this setting it became extraordinary and the entire harvest was donated to combat world hunger. What is there inside ordinary little me that can make an extraordinary difference to someone today? What is there in you?
