"What I am doing is wrestling with my own sin that lures me into thinking that if my work and daily life isn’t considered amazing, or isn’t recognized, then it isn’t important.

And so I’m learning to practice the beauty of ordinariness through things like patiently brushing my daughter’s hair, thoughtfully completing a year-end report that no one may read, responding to emails that may not necessitate a response, holding a sick child, weeding my garden, listening – really listening – to a colleague, and working through spelling words with my first grader.

These are ordinary things that I feel a deep sense of calling to, a calling that necessitates faithfulness to each and every one of them…"    more here

These words resonated with me.  Maybe it's human nature.  Maybe as my dear friend says it is the on-stage aspect of our lives today. Maybe it's just the age-old message driven into our heads that only things with invoices and price tags are of high caliber, products and services that can be marketed and rated. However it happens, the temptation is to think the hidden, daily, private things are somehow of less value.  You know the whole if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there and all.  

There are people here though.  They compose a small, but significant, audience and even when they are scattered here and there an audience of one good God remains behind, noticing the care put into every chore and project, no matter how mundane.

The older I get the greater the peace there is in hidden work and unrecorded exchanges. Ordinary, but beautiful.