Trust in God at all times, O my people!
Poor out your hearts to God;
God is our refuge!
After a FaceTime call with our granddaughters, I experienced a bit of deja vu. Our middle granddaughter had shared a bit of wisdom which she’d drawn from a book she’s reading. The depth of her insight took me back a few years when Lauren shared something she’d just learned about the sun… “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…”
Lauren went on with that explanation for some time. When they were little, her dad and Uncle Tim exhibited the same exhilaration over the new bits of knowledge they’d acquired. Like our granddaughter, our sons soaked up all kinds of information like a sponge. When such 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 one 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 our meaning. Help us to do the same as best we can for all of those you have given us to love.
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