Birdsong & Blessings – April 2, 2025
My life isn’t fancy.
It’s not extraordinary in the world’s eyes.
I’m not rich. I’m not famous. I’m just a normal person, trying to make it through life day by day, the best I can.
But even in its simplicity, this life of mine is such a blessing.
And lately, I’ve been realizing something that deserves a little love:
The ordinary things—the small, repeating rhythms of daily life—might just be my favorite part.
So this is a love letter.
To the ordinary.
To putting on my favorite music to help me clean the house.
It’s simple. Probably a lot of people do it.
But when I hear those first few notes, something clicks into place. It lifts me, moves me forward, and turns cleaning into comfort.
To the greeting my pups give me every morning and afternoon.
Their unconditional love humbles me every day.
They love me in spite of my flaws.
They ask so little but give so much. Just being present—tails wagging, eyes bright, always ready for whatever the day holds.
To shutting down the kitchen at night.
Wiping the counters.
Washing the dishes or loading the dishwasher.
Prepping my lunch for school the next day.
So ordinary, so often overlooked.
But when I walk into the kitchen the next morning to make my coffee, everything feels calm. Ready. Right.
To my coffee routine—because yes, it deserves its own moment.
I’ve had Keurigs. I use one at the Georgia house.
But at home, I grind my own beans.
I make my coffee in my regular coffee pot.
It’s one of my very favorite parts of the day.
It’s the first thing I do when I walk into the kitchen—before the dogs, before the rush.
The scent alone feels like a prayer.
And once I’ve walked the dogs and fed them, I pour that first cup.
I carry it into my bedroom, prop up my pillows, and sit with it.
Sometimes I pray.
Sometimes I’m quiet.
But always—I savor.
Every drop feeds my soul in a way I can’t explain.
And finally, to slow Saturday mornings.
Waking up when my body says it’s time—not when the alarm tells me to.
Sipping one or two unhurried cups of coffee with sunlight streaming in through the window.
No rush. No care. No agenda.
My very favorite day of the week.
Maybe I’ll never have an extraordinary life by the world’s standards.
But I’m learning more and more that the quiet parts—the ones no one claps for—are where the deepest joy lives.
Here’s to the ordinary things that make life beautiful.
For You, Dear Friend….
If you find yourself in a busy season, a tired season, or just a very ordinary one…
I hope you’ll take a moment to notice the quiet gifts around you.
Here are a few questions to carry into your day:
- What is one small ritual that brings you peace?
- When was the last time you paused to truly enjoy your coffee, tea, or even a glass of water?
- What part of your routine feels simple but sacred?
- Can you name a few “ordinary” moments that bring you comfort?
- What would a love letter to your daily life look like?
You don’t have to be chasing big dreams to live a beautiful life.
Sometimes, just being here—present, grateful, and breathing—is more than enough.
Jenny