This week I haven’t written much. Honestly, there hasn’t been much to write about. Long days of the same routine, Clay getting home at bedtime a couple of nights, getting home a little earlier a couple of nights. It’s easy to get discouraged when life is ordinary, particularly when every day I wake up hoping that it won’t be ordinary, that today will be the day when Clay gets a call for an interview or a call from the first interview or anything to make this day anything other than ordinary. As I’ve been trying to preach to myself this week, to remind myself that contentment cannot rest on circumstances, that God is in control and working for our good, that I have much to celebrate and be thankful for, I think of the title of my blog: The Beautiful Ordinary. How ironic. I’ve been lamenting the ordinary when I should have been remembering why I titled it so in the first place. Ordinary is beautiful when Christ is present. I have failed to see the beauty in this ordinary week, because instead of looking at Christ, I’ve looked at doubts and fears and discouragement and frustration and pride. Lord, forgive me for daring to presume that I could order our lives any better. Forgive me for failing to focus on You. Forgive me for slacking up in the battle in my mind, for ignoring the truth I know from Your Word, for complaining about the cup that is from Your loving hand. Help me embrace, savor, relish, celebrate, be thankful for the ordinary today.