An Ordinary Extraordinary Life

Sometimes it’s the simple things that make me so happy.  I yearn for a life made up of bare feet running through tall grass,  sheets drying in the breeze,  twinkle lights in the backyard,  lovely music without any words,  hearty conversation  and a lot of giggling.  And I got to thinking about how my life feels pretty ordinary.  I have my fair share of days where I feel busy but bored, tired but restless.  And an ordinary life can sometimes feel like I’m  living a life without significance.

Any other mamas out there that can relate?

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But can I just say that is a lie?  A lie that we tell ourselves.




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So often we miss what’s truly important because we’re on the quest for the extraordinary.  Not understanding  the ordinary moments of our lives is really where we can find the most joy and purpose, beauty and meaning.  Because this is where life happens.

Lately I’ve had to dig deep to see beautiful things.

The other day I was sitting in my living room and noticed a perfectly placed tiny hand print on my white wall.  And I promptly took a picture and put it on Instagram.  Because it was so symbolic of my life right now.  And it was strangely beautiful to me because it was reminder of my little girl who was sleeping upstairs.  I started thinking about my life in terms of this hand print.  I began wondering: Are these “hand prints” everywhere? Am I missing them? Or maybe I see them but fail to see the beauty in them?



I’ve begun to view life through this “hidden beauty” lens. Since spending time thinking about this hand print, I can tell you – they are everywhere! (Literally, haha!)   I’ve made it my mission  to see these beautiful moments that no one else notices.  And can I just say it has been a lot of fun!?  It just takes a little change of perspective.  And hey, if you have a camera or an iphone laying around then bonus!  Snap a picture or two and share it with the world.


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9 replies on “An Ordinary Extraordinary Life

  • Robin

    As a mom of grown kids, I long to see those handprints again. We recently painted one of the bedrooms in our house. All three of my boys had lived in that room at one point or another. It was with tears that I painted over the fingerprints, nail holes and tiny dents. I thought about how each blemish was created and the events surrounding them. I’m convinced that we are never really able see our lives and can scarcely take it all in. I think that’s the way God made us. …but still we try..

    • Jessica

      Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Robin. Just now had a moment to sit down! Um, yeah. I haven’t washed the print off. It’s still there. It may be permanent! lol I can’t imagine when they are grown how I’ll feel!

  • Glad Mama

    What about twinkle lights in the living room? And that smell that newborn babies have that we wish they would keep forever? It is good and healthy to yearn and good and healthy to feel blessed and content. But, I didn’t need to say it, you’ve already realized it.

  • Meghan

    This was such a beautiful post! Thank you so much for sharing your heart. I have had this post on my mind daily and come back to reread it often. It’s so important to cherish the simple moments of the day. I’ve been putting down my phone while I nurse Emmerson so I can just stare at her and savor these moments that will be gone before I know it! Hope you and the kiddos are having a wonderful week.

  • Jessica

    Meghan this hands down made my day. Just caught up on your blog and saw you will be heading back to work soon! Sending prayers your way during this transition! xo

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