I am so very ordinary. As are my kids, my marriage, my family, my life. And that's all right. I hear about certain people in the news and I briefly wonder if my life is special or important, or even necessary. I read the Bible and wonder the same thing. Peter, Paul, John, Moses, JESUS. And here I am, little ol' me.
I get discouraged sometimes. Am I living as I should? Should I aspire to more? Should I push the kids harder? Should I expect more from our marriage?
And then I take a breath and I remember that there have been millions of people from the beginning of time, and we only know the names of a relative few. But the reality is, the lives of the unknown are just as precious to God as the named. Christ died for the rabble, not just the famous. The Holy Spirit dwells in those who trust in Jesus as their Lord and Savior, whether they're rich or poor.
Yes, I am ordinary. But I am loved by the Creator of heaven and earth. I think that makes me special.
