Trust in him at all times, O my people!
Poor out your hearts before him;
God is our refuge!
During a recent visit with our granddaughters, I experienced a bit of deja vu. Our middle granddaughter was extremely excited because the sun had just emerged from behind a large patch of gray clouds. “Grandma, did you know that the sun is a very large star? We can see it because it’s so close to the earth. We can’t see the other stars now, but they’re still up there. The sun is too bright for us to see them…” As this second grader continued to explain, I recalled her Uncle Tim at that age exhibiting the same exhilaration over new bits of knowledge he’d acquired. Like my granddaughter, Tim soaked up all kinds of information like a sponge.
When such cerebral treasures are shared, especially by the children in my life, I give my full attention to the speaker. There is nothing more encouraging and comforting than really being understood.
As I write, it occurs to me that God does the same for each of us. Whether or not we are understood by those around us, God understands our meaning even better than we understand it ourselves. In my joys and in my sorrows, I find that there is nothing more encouraging and comforting than really being understood.
Dear God, thank you for always understanding my meaning. Help me to do the same as best I can for those you have given me to love.
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