A brief definition of ordinary according to the dictionary is “Having no special ability, quality, or purpose.”
I know this might sound as if I have low self-esteem when I say that I have always thought of myself as ordinary but just stick with me for a moment. I am not what you call unattractive but defiantly not beautiful. I have always had a problem keeping weight on, no major muscle tone but still a small amount of muscle. I have average intelligence although on some days I question if perhaps its a little below. I can be crafty but nothing Pinterest worthy, I can sketch but nothing to sell and the list can go on.
For years this drove me nuts, I wanted to be the best. I was the over achiever, I studied harder to get that 4.0 or when I ran I had to beat my own time. When I became a wife and mom I had to be and do everything. I became almost obsessive you might say, that anything I did I wanted to go above and beyond almost to prove I was anything but ordinary. It’s no small wonder my husband left me, yes he had his demons but looking back how exhausting to live that way.
I continued that “I must be the best attitude” for so long and if I did not achieve being perfect I would bail or almost kill myself trying to do and be all things. I have hurt people I love with this way of living and burnt my candle out at both ends. I had to learn that ordinary does not equal failure.
“Those who dare to fail miserably can achieve greatly” John F Kennedy
True to perfectionist form I didn’t just fail but I did so miserably but I am so glad I did because now I can achieve greatly.
Isaiah 64:8 “Yet you, Lord are our father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are the work of you hand.
I may be an ordinary gray clay pot nothing to extravagant with design or color but I am exeptional, unique and so loved by my creator.
