On the ordinary things we sometimes forget are extraordinary.
I've been thinking about how much of life happens in moments we barely notice.
The first few minutes after waking up. Thanking Jesus for another day before my feet even touch the floor. Saying good morning to my dogs, who somehow make every morning feel like the first time they've seen me.
Making coffee. Watching the sunlight come through the windows.
Nothing particularly remarkable.
And yet, I find myself thinking about how much I love being here.
Not because every day is exciting, or because everything in life is exactly where I want it to be.
But because I get to experience it.
I wonder when we started measuring the value of our days by what we accomplished, rather than what we experienced.
When did simply being stop being enough?
There's always something else to do. Somewhere else to be. Another version of ourselves we're working toward.
And I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting more out of life. I have dreams, ambitions, and so many things I hope to experience. I don't think I'll ever stop being curious about what's next.
But I wonder how much of life we're missing while we're trying to get there.
How often do we overlook the very things we once hoped and prayed for because we're already thinking about what comes next?
I think about the mornings I get to wake up in a home I love. The little routines that have become so familiar I sometimes forget they were once unfamiliar. The people I get to love. The dogs who have no idea how much joy they bring into my life just by existing.
All these little pieces of a life that might not seem extraordinary to anyone else.
But they're mine.
And I get to be here for them.
Maybe that's what I love most about the ordinary mornings.
For a little while, nothing is asking me to accomplish anything. There's no expectation to have everything figured out or to be further along than I am.
I get to thank Jesus for another day, make my coffee, love on my dogs, and watch the world wake up.
I just get to be.
And what a gift that is.