There’s an upside as well as a downside to being a high-strung, sensitive, Type-A melancholy. The benefits are so great that I wouldn’t trade my unique make-up for my husband’s sanguinity or my daughter’s steady smile or for all the money in the world. And the reason is this: The highs are FANTASTIC!
If I believed it, everything would change — from my thoughts to my face to my hands to my time. If I believed ordinary is extraordinary, I wouldn’t worry about that email that never comes or shake my head over the bathroom scale or bite my nails or snap at my son or hold back from my husband or complain about the housework.
God has already written your book. He ordained every part of it from the beginning. You are simply reading, line by line, what He has always known.
It’s the ruined everyday I want to throw away.
I don’t see the beauty in childish interruption, teenage angst, sibling bickering, burned gluten-free toast, spilled almond milk creamer, or empty wallets. But I should. I’m just blind that way.
You did it today. You drove across the bridge — or avoided it altogether.
You protected yourself, your family, your children from harm.
You made the very ordinary choice to live another day.
And that ordinary choice has extraordinary impact.