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Five Minute Friday: Ordinary

Ordinary - when did that become a bad word? Why do we fear being ordinary? Is it because we turn on the tv and see "real" housewives who are anything but, living extravagant lives. Is it because we judge our worth by the number of Facebook friends and Twitter followers that we have?

Ordinary means you live an average life but what's wrong with that? I crave ordinary. I'd like an ordinary job that I like going to every day. I'd love to live in an ordinary home with everything fixed up and nice. I wish for an ordinary car with a radio that works. I pray for an ordinary man to love me.

But the thing is, I am anything but ordinary. I am extraordinary because He who made me is extraordinary and I am made in his own image. I have something about me that sets me apart from the rest, something that those housewives and the people with thousands of Twitter followers don't have.

This goes for you too - you there who compares yourself to the people around you and feels like you don't measure up. You are extraordinary and don't you forget that!
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  1. SarahMarch 1, 2013 at 5:25 PM

    "I am extraordinary because He who made me is extraordinary and I am made in his own image."
    I love it!! Always so wonderful to be reminded of this! Thank you!
    ~Sarah from http://sudryandspecific.wordpress.com/

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