How often do we overlook God’s ordinary blessings right in front of us? Have they become boring, familiar, unnoticed? In a world obsessed with spectacle, have Christians also become so fixated on miracles, breakthroughs, and grand gestures that we forget how to recognize God’s quiet, powerful presence in the fabric of everyday ordinary life? What if our thirst for the spectacular has dulled our senses to everyday quiet evidence of His love and presence? Could it be that God, who can speak through fire and thunder, prefers to speak to us through those ordinary, familiar, everyday provisions; blessings so common we often overlook attributing them to God’s mercy and grace? Our quest for spiritual fireworks makes us numb to a daily meal, a roof over our heads, or community w/His people. Should we stop looking for God’s presence in miracles and look more in the ordinary things He places right in our hands?