God Understands… Always!

Trust in God at all times, O my people!
Poor out your hearts before God;
God is our refuge!

Psalm 62:9

During a recent visit with our grandsons, I experienced a bit of deja vu. The four-year-old 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 big star? We can see it because it’s close to us. We can’t see the other stars, but they’re up there. The sun is too bright for us to see them…” As this preschooler continued to explain, I recalled his dad at that age exhibiting the same exhilaration over the new bits of knowledge he’d acquired. Like his little, my son soaked up all kinds of information like a sponge.

When such cerebral treasures are shared, especially by the children in my life, I do my best to give my full attention to the speaker. There is nothing more encouraging and comforting than really being listened to and understood.

As I write, it occurs to me that God does precisely this 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.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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Truly Understood

Trust in him at all times, O my people!
Poor out your hearts before him;
God is our refuge!

Psalm 62:9

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.

©2016 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Rest…

O Lord, my God, in you I take refuge;
save me from my pursuers and rescue me…

Psalm 7:2

It was almost comical. I would have laughed if my fatigue had not been so painful. Not a second after I looked up to whisper a prayer for relief, another request came my way. Of course, I responded with a smile and then returned to my internal brooding. I eventually gathered up my things and headed to my car. The strikingly clear blue sky and the warm sunshine dispelled my thoughts of self-pity. As I walked on, it occurred to me that there are many whose suffering is so great that the beauty above me would mean little to them on that particular day.

With that, I thanked God for making me a reasonably approachable sort who can occasionally lighten the burdens of those around me. I went on to ask God to bring tangible consolation to those who suffer so much more than I do. I ended my prayer with a promise to relax and rejuvenate by enjoying the afternoon which lay ahead. God should not have to provide me with refuge when a few hours of rest will do the trick.

Loving God, you provide us with everything we need, if only we will open our eyes to your blessings.

©2015 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved