God Gets It!

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

Psalm 62:9

During a FaceTime call with our granddaughters, I experienced a bit of deja vu. Our eldest granddaughter happily shared a recap of the time she and her family had spent outdoors on a perfectly beautiful day. Though the girls continue to social distance from their friends, they’ve done a great job of enjoying playtime with one another. When Ellie described navigating her scooter around their cul-de-sac, I asked her to explain the process. With that, Ellie shared the finer aspects of scooter navigation. As Ellie continued, I couldn’t help recalling our sons at her age exhibiting the same exhilaration over new bits of knowledge or new talents they’d acquired. Like my Ellie, Mike and Tim soaked up all things new like a sponge. As I did with Ellie, I listened when they shared their accomplishments with me.

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 being listened to and understood. As I write, it occurs to me that God does the same for you and me. Whether or not we are gifted with the attention and understanding of those around us, God listens and understands our meaning even better than we understand it ourselves. In my joy and in my sorrow, in my puzzlement and in my certainty, I find that there is nothing more encouraging and comforting than being heard and understood by God.

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.

©2020 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Jesus’ Prayer

“This is how you are to pray.”
Matthew 6:9

Though I’ve worked to remedy this over the years, I recently caught myself elaborating far too extensively regarding a truly trivial topic. Though I was very tired and not particularly attentive to much of anything, I managed to talk on and on. My friends were kind enough to listen quietly until I interrupted myself. “Who cares about this anyway?” I asked them and me. After a good laugh at myself, I sat back and listened.

Jesus seems to be making a similar point when he teaches his disciples how to pray. In spite of all of the psalms and scripture passages available to him, Jesus chose the few, simple and powerful words which would become the Lord’s Prayer for this lesson. If Jesus composed that prayer today, he might say something this: God, the best parent you will ever have, resides in heaven and is deserving of your praise. Ask that God’s will be done because God’s plans will take you to far better places than your own plans ever will. Ask for your daily bread, to be forgiven and to be kept from temptation because this God will respond to all of your needs. Take God’s care to heart, and forgive one another and care for one another as God does. So be it!

Loving God, Jesus said it best, didn’t he? Teach me to pray selflessly and with absolute faith in your love for me and for all of your children.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

God Gets Us

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 grandchildren, I experienced a bit of deja vu. Our eldest grandchild happily entertained us by navigating her scooter around her cul-de-sac. When she flew by with one leg outstretched behind her, I gasped with awe. When she returned to the driveway, I asked Ellie how she managed to do that. After carefully explaining the process, Ellie asked if I’d like to try. Fortunately, my dear husband rescued me by asking if he could test drive that scooter. While Grandpa sped down the street, Ellie continued to explain the finer aspects of scooter navigation. As this serious nine-year-old continued to explain, I recalled my sons at that age exhibiting the same exhilaration over new bits of knowledge or new talents they’d acquired. Like my granddaughter, they soaked up everything new 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 being listened to and understood. As I write, it occurs to me that God does the same for you and me. Whether or not we are gifted with the attention and understanding of those around us, God listens and 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 being heard and understood by God.

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.

©2017 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

The Lord’s Prayer

“This is how you are to pray.”
Matthew 6:9

Though I have worked to remedy this over the years, I recently caught myself elaborating far too extensively regarding a truly trivial topic. Though I was very tired and not particularly attentive to much of anything, I managed to talk on and on. My friends were kind enough to listen quietly until I interrupted myself. “Who cares about this anyway?” I asked them and me. After a good laugh at myself, I sat back and listened.

Jesus seems to be making a similar point when he teaches his disciples how to pray. In spite of all of the psalms and scripture passages available to him, Jesus chose the few, simple and powerful words which would become the Lord’s Prayer for this lesson: God, the best parent you will ever have, resides in heaven and is deserving of your praise. Ask that God’s will be done because God’s plans will take you to far better places than your own plans ever will. Ask for your daily bread, to be forgiven and to be kept from temptation because this God will respond to all of your needs. Take God’s care to heart, and forgive one another and care for one another as God does. So be it!

Loving God, Jesus said it best, didn’t he? Teach me to pray selflessly and with absolute faith in your love for me and for all of your children.

©2015 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved