"Do not ask your children 

to strive for extraordinary lives. 

Such striving may seem admirable, 

but it is the way of foolishness. 

Help them instead to find the wonder 

and the marvel of an ordinary life. 

Show them the joy of tasting 

tomatoes, apple and pears. 

Show them how to cry

when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure 

in the touch of a hand. 

And make the ordinary come alive for them. 

The extraordinary will take care of itself."

- William Martin 

How this poem resonates (: 

It's beautiful to be happy with less; to find something extraordinary in the colours of a sunset, tranquil waters, companionship, a cup of coffee, a warm smile that costs nothing to give. 

It's beautiful to be human, to know hurt because you have loved. 

On a restful Sunday after church, these conclusions are easier to arrive at. The challenge is to remember this even during the imperfect moments when you're tired and grumpy and frustrated, which I fail terribly at. 

I pray, for the wisdom to see the beauty in ordinary things. To never lose sight of what is important and to make time for it. To choose to see the good in every situation and learn from the bad. To have more faith, to care more generously.