This past week I have been feeling very ordinary, less than ordinary even. I've been feeling down right lacking in skills an abilities. Today, I had a little time off work, so I'm trying again to bake bread (something I've never figured out how to do), and as I was doing the dishes and thinking about how unimpressive I felt, this thought came to mind.
"The work of the world is done by ordinary people who have learned to work in an extraordinary way.”
I'm so grateful that I was one of those people who always went to the firesides in college, and that I got to hear President Hinckley say that. He must have known that lots of us feel ordinary sometimes and we need to be reminded that it's not how we feel, but what we do that really makes the difference.
I'm grateful for the Holy Ghost, too, and the power he has to help me remember things that I've heard a long time ago because I need to hear them again.
Now, back to bread-making. I found a book in the library that I hope will help me.