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

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

God’s Handiwork

Great are the works of the Lord,
exquisite in all their delights.

Psalm 111:2

My husband’s recent recuperation from surgery required quite a bit of down time on both of our parts. As a result, we watched more television than usual. In short order, we became mesmerized by a travel channel. When we discovered that several shows would feature Alaska, we were suddenly grateful for the time to watch. My husband and I thoroughly enjoyed visiting the 49th State two years ago, and we welcomed these reminders of the wonder we encountered there. Our only disappointment was the result of cloudy skies which hid the Aurora Borealis from us for the duration. This afternoon, though the experience wasn’t the same as an in-person viewing, we enjoyed visions of Aurora via our television set.

I am certain that these images did not do justice to God’s handiwork. Nonetheless, they took our breath away. They gave my husband a welcome distraction from the pain as well. Perhaps they have also given us both reason to return to Alaska one day.

Loving God, thank you for the beauty with which you surround us. Thank you also for these little interludes which nudge us to enjoy that beauty as often as we can!

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