Most of my days are neither great nor horrible. They just are. In fact, they’re almost forgettable because nothing particularly noteworthy happens. Yet that doesn’t mean they’re not special. They are. Because I’ve discovered that every seemingly ordinary day is filled with a treasure chest of gifts from God just waiting to be opened. Like experiencing God’s love in a deeper way. Learning something new from Jesus about how I should live. Connecting with someone I love. Reveling in the gift of being alive. Or any of a hundred other things. Which is why I now tell myself when I wake up every morning, “There’s nothing ordinary about today.”