Treasure It All

Beside restful waters God leads me;
God refreshes my soul…

From Psalm 23:2-3

An adage and an old song join forces to remind us that we often don’t realize what we have until we lose it. In addition, we sometimes don’t appreciate the impact of these losses until it’s too late. I admit that I’m a creature of habit and that change doesn’t come easily for me. Still, there have been times when I’ve embraced something new, only to discover that I missed what I’d replaced.

At the same time, I’ve also found joy beyond my expectations in the midst of new experiences. When my husband, our sons and I moved from our first home to a new home in a new neighborhood, we found our new neighbors, new opportunities and new environs to be just what we’d hoped for. Fortunately, my aversion to long flights didn’t keep me from my first overseas trip. I eventually set aside my fear to embrace the treasures to be found in numerous destinations since. New friends, new jobs, new adventures in volunteering and enjoying life fill me up as well.

It occurs to me that holding on to familiar treasures while opening our hearts to new ones is the way to go. What more wonderful way is there to appreciate the tried and true gifts of this life while sampling the new offerings along the way? God placed us here to do our best, to learn from our experiences and to smell a variety of roses along the way.

Generous God, thank you for everything.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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Much to Be Grateful For

“A senseless man knows not,
nor does a fool appreciate…”

Psalm 92:7

Both an adage and an old song remind us that we sometimes don’t realize what we have until we lose it. More often than not, we don’t appreciate the impact of these losses until it’s too late. I remember how eagerly I awaited the start of high school only to find that I missed the comfort of my junior high school friends when I arrived there. I was thrilled to change schools during my teaching career until the first day I walked into the teachers’ lounge and realized that I didn’t know a soul. Though our only dog drove me nuts most of the time, I missed Ernie terribly when he died.

My list of lost and unappreciated treasures is far too long. Fortunately for me, one of these precious gifts remains a constant in my life. I was born to parents of faith who relied on God in good times and in bad. My amazing mom and dad shared this great faith with me quite tangibly. As a result, my faith is a constant which remains part and parcel of who I am. I’m most grateful for my faith which opens my eyes to a plethora of found and appreciated treasures every day.

Generous God, thank you for giving me the sense to recognize your gifts MOST of the time.

©2017 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Appreciate Our Gifts

“When you lift up the Son of Man,
then you will realize that I AM.”

John 8:27

There are a saying and an old song that remind us that we often don’t realize what we have until we lose it. Most often, we don’t appreciate the impact of these losses until it is too late. I remember how eagerly I awaited the start of high school, only to find that I missed the comfort of my junior high school friends when I arrived there. I was thrilled to change schools during my teaching career until the first day I walked into the teachers’ lounge and realized that I didn’t know a soul. Though our only dog drove me nuts most of the time, I missed Ernie terribly when he died.

Like the Pharisees who rejected Jesus, my list of lost and unappreciated treasures is far too long. Fortunately for me, one of these precious gifts remains a constant in my life. I was born to parents of faith who relied on God in good times and in bad. My amazing mom and dad shared this great faith with me quite tangibly. As a result, my faith is a constant which remains part and parcel of who I am. I am most grateful that it is faith which opens my eyes the my list of found and appreciated treasures every day.

Generous God, thank you for giving me the sense to recognize your gifts -most of the time.

©2015 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved