Where I was at the time she spoke truth into my life is seared into my memory and really that isn't the point. Except, that her truth-telling is a part of my altar-building.
Every time I remember her words I am honoring {Real} truth. Living out worship in the remembering.
Every time I pause and choose not to say, "I am just an average girl . . . average at every thing," I am declaring truth that I was created to be different. We all are.
Ordinary doesn't exist. I really don't think it does.
When you start seeing God, really seeing Him, you begin to notice that He is in every thing. And I mean Every. Thing.
You start declaring how truly All. Is. For. Purpose.
Beauty blossoms from the rottenest places and it's so astounding you just have to talk about it.
There isn't room for ordinary when it comes to God.
He makes things out of what seems like nothing. Hope grows where doors were once bolted shut.
Today's post was part of my friend, Lisa-Jo's fun challenge each Friday to take five and Just. Write.
"...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...
Amen, girlfriend. We serve an extraordinary God. Since He created all and is in all, nothing is ordinary. It's just a matter of cultivating our eyes to see.
ReplyDelete". . . cultivating our eyes to see." I like that perspective, Sandy.
DeleteYes, it's all about how we see. I admit to falling in the trap of thinking ordinary, every day life is not special. But it IS. There is so much grace in each day. Thank you, Amy, for helping me to see that.
ReplyDeleteIt's a gift to share this with you, friend.
DeleteI think you need to write more than five minutes on this:) I'd love to hear more of what you have to say.
ReplyDeleteIt's brewing, friend. Honest and truly. :)
DeleteWhen I am in the midst of worship, I know this to be true! But I often let the week's routine take over.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this beautiful reminder.