All very ordinary days.
But He was there.
In the ordinariness of it all.
He was there.
And He was extraordinary.
He makes my ordinary days an extraordinary life.
All very ordinary days.
But He was there.
In the ordinariness of it all.
He was there.
And He was extraordinary.
He makes my ordinary days an extraordinary life.
Just beautiful! And, He is becoming more and more “real” in my ordinariness every single day. I can see Him in everything. He just had to force me to “be still” so that my eyes could be opened to truly see Him.