Just Do What You Can

Blessed are the peacemakers;
they shall be called daughters and sons of God.

Matthew 5:9

A follow-up news story regarding another unjust shooting ate away at the peace I desperately tried to hold onto. I felt discouraged because, once again, I had to acknowledge that I have no antidote for the ills of this world.

In the midst of my discouragement, a small voice from deep within interrupted my litany of troubles…

I heard, “Have you forgotten that I am with you?”

No. Never. But you seem less tangible today than the troubles around me seem.

The voice continued, “Did you know that I have commissioned others to deal with these things?”

No. Well, yes. You always have a plan in place. Still, I’m not good at standing on the sidelines.

The voice trickled off into a whisper, “I know, but it’s time for you to learn this. Just do your best where you are. That’s all I ever ask. I will take care of the rest.”

With that, the peace within me emerged once again. With that, I embraced that day with renewed resolve to bring God’s peace to my little corner of this world.

Loving God, thank you for placing us precisely where we need to be.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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Healing Love

“I will leave as a remnant in your midst
a people humble and lowly,
Who shall take refuge in my name.”

Zephaniah 3:13

The other day, I was impatient and on edge. Nothing in particular had gone wrong at the time. Still, I felt as though the entire world was in trouble and that it was up to me to fix it all. Sadly, I felt as though I was in trouble as well. It’s odd that these feelings overwhelmed me on a Sunday morning at church. Just a week earlier, at the same time and in the same place, I’d found a smile for everyone I encountered and I’d felt very much at peace.

On that seemingly peace-less day, I tried to cheer myself by voicing my gratitude for the many encouraging and inspiring people around me. They always manage to raise me up when I seem destined to sink into the depths of despair. Fortunately for me, two of them appeared when I needed them most. The first thanked me for writing for our parish bulletin each week. He told me that my words never fail to touch his heart. The second told me that she didn’t know what our parish would do without my husband and me. I admit that she brought a tear to my eye as I wasn’t feeling particularly helpful at the time.

During the drive home, I acknowledged that my misery was minimal in the grand scheme of things. I also acknowledged that this world has been in misery throughout human history. No one will ever fix it all! All any of us can do is to place our trust in God’s love and do our best to share that love wherever we are.

Loving God,be with us as we transform our little corners of this world with love.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Inspire Hope

Say to those whose hearts are frightened:
Be strong, fear not!

Isaiah 35:4

The temperature had risen enough to coax me outdoors to our driveway. There were a few patches of ice there and on the sidewalk which needed to be broken up. If I tended to these nuisances right away, the sun would melt them out of existence.

As I worked at the task at hand, a group of children ran out of the school across the way for recess. I smiled as I imagined their teachers thanking God for weather warm enough to allow for this reprieve from managing their classrooms. This was no criticism as I thanked God often for the same over the years. The joyful bantering that filled the air turned my thoughts to Christmas Past in my own classroom…

Most of my students counted the days to Christmas with great relish. Every year, however, one or two of my students dreaded this departure from their daily routines. These children lived in dire poverty. School lunches were the best of their meals and our simple class parties were the best of their Christmases. Too often, the lack of material treasures in their lives paled in the shadow of their lack of love and security. The adults around them, burdened with their own troubles, missed the hurt and hopelessness growing in their children’s eyes.

As I chopped the ice in my driveway, I prayed for these special children who appreciated the little gifts I hid in their backpacks almost as much as they appreciated my attention throughout the day at school. Though I didn’t have the resources to alleviate all of their poverty, I did manage to ignite a bit of hope in these amazingly resilient children.

If a needy child is pulling at your heartstrings this Christmas, respond. I assure you that you won’t regret it. Neither will that little one!

God of hope, let this child share your love with my smile and your hope with what I’m able to share.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Celebrate Hope and Love

“Anyone who hears my words
and puts them into practice
is like the wise man who built his house on rock.”

Matthew 7:21

Christmas preparations always pique my nostalgia. I’d finished the day’s errands and allowed myself the time to reminisce a bit. My musing drew me back to Christmas 1959, just five months after my dad passed away. I was only eight years old and I wondered what Christmas would be like that year. That day, I recalled the efforts of so many around me who made that Christmas special. They all did their best to ease the sting of my dad’s absence.

My older sister Rita helped our Mom to prepare a special gift for each one of us. On Christmas Eve, our parish priests asked my brother to walk his wagon down to the rectory. Raoul returned with a full wagon carrying a beautifully wrapped package for each of the six of us children. After Christmas dinner with my mom’s side of the family, we went on to Aunt Claire’s and Uncle Steve’s home to celebrate with my dad’s family. My aunt and uncle ushered us to their Christmas Tree for more special gifts which were just for my siblings and me. Though all concerned knew that nothing would replace my dad, they did their best to emulate his love for us. You know, I can’t name most of the gifts I received that year. Nonetheless, I continue to feel the love that came with them. That love has sustained me for a lifetime.

What better way to is there to celebrate Christmas 2018 than to nurture hope and to love?

Generous God, you gifted me with loved ones who fulfilled my hope beyond my dreams and who loved me as you do. Help me to do the same for those I meet along the way.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Stand By When It Rains

When the afflicted man called out, the Lord heard,
and from all his distress he saved him.

Psalm 34:7

I’m writing this reflection for Thanksgiving Eve a bit early as I have much Thanksgiving prepping to do.
On this particular day, it’s raining again. I decided that the time crunch wouldn’t keep me from some much-needed exercise, so I took a walk before sitting at my keyboard. I donned my hooded jacket and embarked upon my familiar trek through the neighborhood. As I walked, I enjoyed the blurry perspective which those persistent drops forced upon me. As I walked further, it occurred to me that the emotional rains which fall too often in our lives are not as enjoyable.

A teen I know and love is enduring some tough times. Though the storm brewing overhead is partially this young ones choice, those who care are doing their best to provide the right umbrella to keep this kid dry. In the mean time, I find myself discouraged. Just as I can’t do a thing about today’s rainy forecast, I feel at a loss in this young person’s case. What can I do to help?

As I consider the lifetime of storms I’ve endured, I must acknowledge that those who loved me through these things proved to be great blessings simply by being there. Perhaps I can be of help by doing the same.

Rain falls in all of our lives far too often. When it does, we do our best sometimes by simply standing by. When the time is right, we’ll know. It’s then that God will help us to determine which umbrella we can offer to keep our loved one dry.

Compassionate God, keep this teen and all concerned in your care. Give them the strength to face today and let them know that you are with them every step of the way.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Time To Wait

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

It’s Thanksgiving week… While standing in a linear mass of humanity at the checkout this morning, I whispered a prayer of gratitude for those retailers who’ve agreed not to open their doors on Thanksgiving Day. Of all of the holidays we celebrate in this country, Thanksgiving Day is the one we can enjoy without regard for any of our religious affiliations or lack thereof. So it is that I said, “Blessed be those employers whose workers will enjoy the holiday with their families this year!”

With that, I returned to my grocery list to see that I had everything I needed. A voice from the front of the line distracted me from my work. This person remarked that he would be wealthy if he had a dollar for every minute he spent waiting. As he hurried out of the store, I chuckled to myself. I had already found wealth in these seemingly wasted moments when nothing more than to wait was demanded of me. While the world rushed about me, I found the time to contemplate my blessings and their Generous Source.

Perhaps this is the reason Jesus often rose early and stole away for quiet time. The scriptures tell us that Jesus’ moments of peace were usually disrupted by those who needed him. The same is too often true of you and me. Still, as Jesus did, we find the time to respond and then to sneak away once again.

Dear God, this world of ours grows busier every day. Still, help us always to find the time to love one another as you do.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved