Five Minute Friday: On Ordinary

Here it is almost 10 p.m. PST and I nearly forgot about Five Minute Friday. 

Five Minute Friday this week is on ordinary. Eek. So many thoughts swim through my mind. 


OK, GO!


Ordinary. Yikes. That word gives me the heebie jeebies to be honest. It's probably what I'm most fearful of in life, just being ordinary. 


You see, I want to be meaningful, creative, visionary. Anything but ordinary. As a stay-at-home mom, there are times, more often than not, that the ONLY thing I feel is ordinary. I often feel like an automaton could come in and take my place and no one else would notice. I feel like what I'm doing is just ordinary, everyday stuff. Dishes, laundry, cooking, cleaning (who am I kidding? I really shouldn't even list this, that's how infrequently I clean my house).


But you know what? God is stretching me and growing me, and SLOWLY (very slowly) showing me that ordinary is an alright place to be. Because you know who God used? Ordinary people. Everyday people. He used the ordinary to do things that were extraordinary. 


I pray for that for my life. I want God to use this ordinary mom life I feel I'm living and make it burst with extraordinary for His glory. 


Want to hear the tough stuff? It takes me realizing that what I'm doing every day, the ins and outs of mothering and wifing, are anything but ordinary. I have the opportunity on a daily basis to extraordinarily touch the lives of the two people I hold most dear, my husband and my son. 


THAT is anything but ordinary. THAT is my calling. I need to answer the Lord's call with a resounding "Yes!"


STOP!


*I love how God smacks me upside the head at 10 p.m. on a Friday night. He really is SO good to care.*

Word of the Day Wednesday

It's that time again! Technically, it's a bit past Wednesday, but you'll forgive me, won't you? 


Without further adieu, today's word of the day is "milquetoast." 

milque·toast

   

[milk-tohst] 

–noun ( sometimes initial capital letter )

a very timid, unassertive, spineless person, esp. one who is easilydominated or intimidated: a milquetoast who's afraid to ask for a raise.

Origin: 
1935–40, Americanism ;  after Caspar Milquetoast,  a character inThe Timid Soul,  comic strip by H. T. Webster (1885–1952),American cartoonist

Me gusta this word mucho! It is in the forefront of my mind today, after some unfortunate dealings with people who think all Christians are illogical sheep. Alas, that's another topic for a whole other (or many other) blog posts! 

This word is wonderful because it's like a word picture. Just imagine milky toast: bland, unappetizing, wavering, floppy.  

I pride myself on not being milquetoast, even if that means voluntarily jumping into the lions' den every now and then to defend my faith ... Can you tell what I really want to blog about? It's too late and I'm too tired to conquer that territory, so it'll have to wait until tomorrow or the next day, or the next time I get peeved at someone who tries to bait me into a cyber argument. 

I leave you with a cartoon of Caspar Milquetoast, the character after which the word was derived. Enjoy!