Creation… God’s Handiwork

Great are God’s works,
exquisite in all their delights.

Psalm 111:2

My friend Kevin is currently enjoying an amazing cruise in and around the Arctic Circle. He’s visited Iceland, Greenland, Ireland, Newfoundland and Norway along the way. Though I’m not inclined to travel for such an extended period of time, I envy Kevin’s stamina and the amazing sites he’s seen along the way. Though I’m not this household’s Facebook aficionado, my dear husband has called my attention to all of Kevin’s travel posts. Each one has given me reason to smile. My only disappointment, and Kevin’s too, is that he hasn’t yet seen the Aurora Borealis. Cloudy skies have hidden it from view for most of my friend’s trip. My hope today is that he’ll see it before the cruise ship sets sail for home.

This morning, Psalm 111 prompted me to search online for what Kevin missed. Though I know the images and videos I found didn’t do justice to the Aurora Borealis, they took my breath away just the same.
Just knowing the Aurora is out there for someone to see compels me to smile. Perhaps Kevin will see it before he comes home and perhaps I’ll see it in person one day. In the mean time, I’ll enjoy the beauty at hand…

Loving God, thank you for the beauty with which you surround us and for giving us the ability to appreciate these gifts.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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Rest! It’s Okay!

Jesus went into the district of Tyre.
He entered a house and wanted no one to know
about it, but he could not escape notice.

Mark 7:24

I’d been running errands all morning and I was grateful for the long line ahead of me. Oddly enough, I truly appreciated the opportunity to lean on my grocery cart and to stand still for a few minutes. While enjoying this bit of peace, a person ahead of me in line remarked that he would be wealthy if he had a dollar for every minute he spent waiting. As this man hurried out of the store, I chuckled to myself. I had found wealth in these seemingly wasted moments.

It seems to me that all of us are too busy far too often. This is nothing new, as Jesus experienced the same. Though Jesus longed for a bit of peace, there was always someone who needed him more than he needed his rest. This is the reason Jesus rose very early and stole away for quiet time as often as possible. Jesus made it his business to care for others, and, once in a while, to care for himself.

The moral of the story is this: It is perfectly fine and truly necessary to acknowledge our fatigue because we find the energy and the will to care for others in our own rested spirits. The moral of the story is: Rest when you need to!

Dear God, I’m grateful that others occasionally need me. Help me to remember that I occasionally need me as well.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Say Cheese!

Your Kingdom is a Kingdom for all ages,
and your dominion endures through all generations.

Psalm 145:13

When my first grandchild was born, I organized our photos of her and the rest of us from Day 1. Some family members and friends acknowledged my new role as “Grandma” by gifting me with photo albums and I put each one to immediate use. Rather than storing them away, I displayed the albums on our coffee table for easy access. I didn’t want to forget a bit of this new adventure.

Four additional grandchildren and a few memorable trips have enticed me to keep this “album thing” going. Thirteen volumes later, I find that my thinking in this regard is sound. When visiting, our grandchildren and their respective parents look through these albums often. Numerous conversations regarding the places we’ve been, the kids’ growth spurts and a variety of special occasions result. The smiles that accompany all of this indicate that my photo album collection is truly a celebration of who we are and where we have been.

Though I have no photographic evidence, I’m certain that my family and I haven’t been alone in all of this. God has been with us every step and click of the camera along the way.

Generous God, thank you for the memories and for the wonderful family who build them with me.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

God Loves You!

Generation after generation praises your works
and proclaims your love.

Psalm 145:4

This past summer, I wasn’t as regular with my outdoor walks as I’d hoped to be. Fortunately, our time in Italy re-acclimated me to the rigors of serious effort in this regard. I’m happy to report that I’ve gotten back “on track” so to speak…

The other day, in spite of the cold, feelings of gratitude overwhelmed me as I walked. Though I’m a creature of habit who takes the same route almost every time I venture out, the blue sky and changes in the leaves of trees I’ve seen a hundred times before filled me with awe. Squirrels scrambling to hide a winter’s measure of nuts were the frosting on the cake. Though I always enjoy walking, the joy I experienced that morning was remarkable.

I suppose I’m an unwitting student of Creation’s wisdom during these treks. The autumn sky that beckons my eyes toward heaven and the trees who continuously raise their arms upward remind me to do the same. Their very existence points to God’s enduring love. It occurs to me that my existence on this earth is meant to point others in the same direction. No wonder I returned home with such gratitude that day. Being able to share God’s love is very good reason to give thanks!

Generous God, help me to remind everyone I meet along the way of just how much you love them.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

And So I Write On!

I have written this to make you realize
that you possess eternal life…

1 John 5:13

One of the most enjoyable things I do is write. This is an odd turn of events because it was extremely difficult for me to earn an “A” on writing assignments in high school. Whether creative endeavors or research papers, I usually just missed that coveted A. In college, I did slightly better only because most papers involved research and the recycling of established facts which involved little creativity on my part. Thirty years ago, my new pastor asked me to write “something inspirational that will fill a column or two” in our first parish bulletin. I surprised myself when I took this challenge. Somehow, I managed to bury my fear and to compose something acceptable in response.

Every week since, I’ve poured over the scriptures and my own life experiences to do the same. What began as a challenge has morphed into a welcome opportunity to spread the good news regarding what God has so generously revealed to me. Truly, I can’t help myself.

As I’ve shared numerous times, this writing adventure has inspired a book. One third of that manuscript rests in a file on my computer and in a “just in case” hard copy. The remaining two-thirds teeter between some sketchy notes and another file lodged in my memory. Today, I’ve reopened all of those files to continue this endeavor. I assume God will be involved with this book as well. It’s the story of our relationship, God’s with me and mine with God. Wish me luck!

Good and Gracious God, HELP!!!

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Those Special Women

Her children rise up to praise her;
her husband, too, extols her.

Proverbs 31:28

My husband’s aunt passed away a year ago just prior to her 102nd birthday. Aunt Mary was a true matriarch who held her own until the very end of her life. The only exception was her one hundredth birthday party which she told her children not to have. When they insisted, Aunt Mary insisted as well. She would allow only a very small gathering. For once, her children didn’t listen to her! It was a grand celebration that even Aunt Mary enjoyed.

When my husband’s cousins recently sold Aunt Mary’s home, memories filled me up. Though I’m the in-law in all of this, the family who occupied that home welcomed me into their lives. Because of the distance between them, she and my husband’s mom spoke over the phone frequently. Afterward, my husband’s mom quickly called him to share the latest family news. Of course, he shared the same with me. And so it went for decades…

You know, there’s something to be said for the matriarchs in our families. My own clan boasts several who resemble Aunt Mary in their determination and their immeasurable capacities to love. They lead us in strong, but nurturing ways, each in her own way. Though not one of them is perfect, each one certainly leaves her indelible mark on us with loving precision. In the end, each of these women did the best she could and I am most grateful. After all, they’ve given me a peek at God’s feminine side which I might otherwise have missed.

Loving God, thank you for the special women who enrich our lives.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved