Filled With Grace… Always!

The child grew in size and strength,
filled with wisdom,
and the grace of God was upon him.

Luke 2:40

As 2019 eases into its final days, I’m preparing to hang my 2020 Calendar. In the process, I wonder aloud what the coming year will bring. As I flip back through this year’s calendar, I give thanks for the many blessings which have come my way. Though trauma and tragedy touched a day here and a week there, it was always accompanied by unexpected blessings. In spite of the condition of this world of ours, I’m impelled to acknowledge these past gifts and the ever-present love which surrounds me.

That love encourages an inner calm which I really cannot explain. Yes, I listen to the news, read the paper and check online stories with you. Still, I find myself engulfed by goodness. When life is trying, this invisible shield keeps me focused on the things to come. I consider Jesus. Luke tells us that he grew in strength and wisdom and had God’s grace upon him. Though I sometimes question my own strength and wisdom, I do feel the grace of God upon me and around me as well. Jesus himself has convinced me that this impression is accurate. His lessons regarding God’s love assure me in every circumstance that my loved ones and I will be fine in the end. Indeed, as Jesus tells it, God’s grace is upon us all.

Gracious God, thank you for your presence among us. Your love enhances the best and worst of our days. It enriches our best efforts and softens our failures. You draw goodness even from our imperfections. In truth, your grace works wonders among us all.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

God Lights Our Way

Little children,
let us love in deed and in truth…

From 1 John 3:18

A storm is brewing just beyond my window. It was once an odd phenomenon to hear the local television meteorologist speak of the possibility of snow. After all, we’ve just turned our calendars to November! Unfortunately, the meteorological antics of Halloween 2019 seem to have changed that forever. Though she offers encouragement with a promise that sunshine will return tomorrow, this weather expert cannot dispel the gray which lurks beyond my window today. Though I do enjoy the cold, I enjoy sunshine as well.

It occurs to me that, on occasion, my knowledge of human nature fails me as much as the weather does. I sometimes ignore this wisdom and “push buttons” that would best be left alone. Though I know well what will come next if I attempt to have the last word, I speak in spite of myself. When the thunder in my adversary threatens, I push when I should let go. I forget to let love take care.

Like raking leaves after a windstorm or shoveling snow after a blizzard, I make feeble attempts to right the things I’ve done wrong. Sometimes, I succeed. Sometimes, the damage is too extensive to repair. As I reaffirm my resolve not to repeat these transgressions, the sun breaks through the clouds. God remains with me as I transform my good intentions into good deeds.

Patient God, help me respond to every storm with rays of love, just as you do.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

God’s Beloved Greenery

God’s are the earth and its fullness;
God cares for the world and those who dwell in it.

Psalm 24:1

This is Arbor Day, a very special day for my husband who sports a truly capable green thumb. He takes an immediate liking to all plants great and small. If there is such a person as a “plant whisperer”, Mike is indeed that person. This is evidenced in his decades-long relationships with two plants. The first is a colorful, purplish-green Tradescantia Zebrina. His parents gave it to us as a housewarming gift when we purchased our first home. The plant is older than our sons! The second is a Philodendron which my husband’s teachers gave to him in 1987 when he was named a “candidate” for the diaconate. This designation indicated that he would indeed be ordained the following year. Mike’s staff realized that it had taken a good deal of effort for their principal to get to this point and they wanted to cheer him on. So it is that both plants are very precious to him.

These plants have survived outdoor transitions from spring through summer to fall when frost came unexpectedly early on more than one occasion. They have also survived floods and dry spells when we were away and our designated plant-caregivers were either overly zealous or stingy with their task. After each incident, my husband painstakingly nursed his beloved greenery back to health for another season.

My husband’s adventures with plants are a living parable regarding God’s ongoing and loving care of each one of us. Like my husband’s plants, we could not be in better hands!

Gracious God, thank you for caring for us and for all of creation with such love.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Enjoy The Rest

He makes me lie down in green pastures…
Psalm 23:2

Long ago, I dubbed my husband the “travel aficionado” of our family. He takes great pleasure in exploring new places and getting to know the people who inhabit them. These adventures leave him refreshed and ready to tackle our daily routine once we return home. In the past, as Mike planned these wonderful excursions, I wasted away the days of anticipation with my worry about small spaces in airplanes and anything and everything which “might” go wrong. The good news in all of this is that I’ve come to share in my husband’s enthusiasm. These days, I look forward to get-aways near and far as much as Mike does and this is a very good thing.

As I reflect further on Psalm 23, I see that my persistent God is behind my husband’s travel efforts 100%. This very God knows everything and certainly understood my reluctance better than I did. Fortunately for me, I finally attended to God’s desire to make me lie down in green pastures as willingly as Mike has. I finally allowed God to see to it that I get the rest and enjoyment I need by inspiring my husband to plan on. God is attending just as carefully to providing moments of rest for you. I encourage you to embrace these opportunities every time!

Loving God, thank you for caring for us even when we’re reluctant to care for ourselves.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Thursday, Second Week of Easter

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; and those who are crushed in spirit he saves.
From Psalm 34:19-20

When our parish was founded twenty-one years ago, we had no church. Our pastor rented a public school gym to hold services. Because we had no home base to speak of, I thought it was important to provide familiar faces to our parish family on Sunday mornings when we met for worship. Hopefully, those who joined the parish would begin to feel comfortable enough with the priests and those of us who were the volunteer staff to come to us in times of need.

It was not long before the sharing began. Apparently, our people did realize that a church is much more than the bricks and mortar that give it a physical form. A church finds its life in the people who worship and who care for one another there. A church’s life flourishes what those people extend their loving care to the world around them. What better way to express our faith in the God of mercy and love?

Compassionate God, help me to bring you to those I meet along the way. Wherever we meet, may our encounters reflect your understanding, mercy and love.