On an otherwise ordinary Saturday, I received a text—an invitation from the son of a friend for coffee. It turns a ho-hum day into something extraordinary, thanks to an intentional guy with the intent to talk to someone new every single day. How’s that for super cool?

And he just might be someone who changes my whole world—his curiosity and care for others’ stories—purely magnificent. I want to be like him when I grow down, sort of reverse aging in a way that mirrors the faith of children. [To Be A Child Again] When we age down, we get to let go of the confines that hold us back from seeing the extra, and the ordinary.

And then, an ordinary workout transforms into delight and wonder—all because of a live-action Jesus figurine set on top of the hand sanitizer, this makes me both ponder and giggle. And, I stow it away, like a Polly Pocket, to remind me Jesus is alive and in action! He wants to delight us.

These are the sprinkles of life—the joy and beauty of an ordinary day that says yes and looks for treasures and blessings. Like our list of randomness on the road on our daily walks… our best yet? Stilts! As much as I ordinarily would have loved to try them, I thought better of it. Steve exhaled a sigh of relief.

Look and listen for the joys and blessings in our ordinary days. So, go be kind, have a conversation with a stranger, and lay a seed in the broken earth—this is my resistance. [Gardening] Be extraordinary, because you are. You, my community and friends, continue to show up in ordinary ways that make my heart overflow with extraordinary hope. You are Jesus in action.

I seem to be holding on and keeping up. My concern? I have limited ability to wiggle my left big toe… the one that goes to the market. If you know anything about nerve stimulation, I’m heading down a rabbit hole. Care to join me?

And the time is almost here—the long-awaited cruise to Morocco is just over a month away. We are so excited to see and taste all the goodness in store for us.

Travel on, my friends.

Love, Victoria

ps. thanks to JJ Heller for rejuvenating my ponderings with her song: [Ordinary Days] and Tish Harrison Warren’s Liturgy of the Ordinary. Links to songs, embedded like colorful Easter Eggs.