Presume To Pray…

Abraham spoke again:
“See how I am presuming to speak to my Lord,
though I am but dust and ashes.”

Genesis 18:27

While waiting to get my hair cut, I overheard a mother and daughter steeped in conversation. The younger of the two was contemplating a tattoo to commemorate her ongoing health battle. She shared that others criticized this gesture as a gloomy reminder of her situation. The girl looked upon this as a banner of hope in recognition of her successful battle. I was seated too close to pretend I didn’t hear. I apologized and then asked the young woman about her health. She identified her disease and smiled at her success to date. A few minutes later, I wished her well as she and her mom went off with their stylists for a bit of TLC.

I was grateful regarding the timing of our parting because I could no longer keep my eyes from filling with tears. Though this young woman has every reason to believe that she will enjoy a long life, I worried. My brother suffered from the same disease decades ago. He didn’t follow his dietary and treatment regimens as well as he might have. Though he had much to live for, he didn’t appreciate his predicament until was too late.

So it was that I prayed… I asked God to be with this young woman as she embraces the days ahead, especially when she becomes discouraged. Then, I prayed for my brother whom I lost too soon. “Lord, give him a warm hug for me.” Then I turned my prayer to him. “You were never one to sit still. Watch over this girl and nudge her onto the right path. Okay?” Though I didn’t hear him say a word, I know my brother rolled up his heavenly sleeves to help!

Thank you, dear God, for listening and for dispensing that hug for me.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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Back To The Basics… ABC…

Rescue the poor when they cry out,
and the afflicted when they have no one to help them.

Psalm 72:12

In just twenty-three days, Summer 2019 will begin. I’ve promised myself that, before the first leaves of Fall 2019 hit the ground, I will have made progress on my book. I’ve been on page 93 of that book for more than a year. And, yes, I’ve promised myself that I’d get back to it several times before. This time, I’m determined to keep this promise.

So it is that I’m going to revisit a favorite series of reflections. Some time ago, I used the alphabet to count the many blessings with which we’re gifted. Each letter designated one of the amazing ways God has enriched us all. Regardless of the troubles which beset us, God gifts us with just what we need to face them. In my case, reviewing this amazing list of treasures will give me the time to get to that book! If you’ve read these before, fear not. The editor in me will update each and every one! While making my way from A to Z, I’ll continue to post my longer reflections every Sunday.

Today, I begin again with A…

A is for Abundance. Each one of us is a treasure-trove to ourselves and to one another. We’re filled with abundant gifts which no one possesses in the same configuration as we do. It’s up to us to appreciate our abundance and to share it generously with those we’ve been given to love. It’s also up to us to find and to acknowledge the abundance in others that they may do the same.

Loving God, help us all to respond to one another in our abundance and in our need.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Dare To Pray

Abraham spoke again:
“See how I am presuming to speak to my Lord,
though I am but dust and ashes.”

Genesis 18:27

While waiting to get my hair cut, I overheard a mother and daughter steeped in conversation. The younger of the two was contemplating a tattoo to commemorate her ongoing health battle. She shared that others criticized this gesture as a gloomy reminder of her situation. The girl looked upon this as a banner of hope in recognition of her successful battle. I was seated too close to pretend I didn’t hear. I apologized and then asked the young woman about her health. She identified her disease and smiled at her success to date. A few minutes later, I wished her well as she and her mom went off with their stylists for a bit of TLC.

I was grateful regarding the timing of our parting because I could no longer keep my eyes from tearing. Though this young woman has every reason to believe that she will enjoy a long life, I knew someone who’d suffered from the same disease decades ago. He didn’t follow his dietary and treatment regimens and he didn’t possess this young woman’s resolve to do what he must. Though he had much to live for, he didn’t appreciate the importance of his own contribution to the mix until it was too late.

So it was that I prayed… I asked God to be with this young woman as she embarks upon the days ahead, especially when her regimen become tedious. Then, I prayed for the dear man whom I lost too soon. “Lord, give him a warm hug for me.” Then I turned my prayer to him. “You were never one to sit still until you had to. Watch over this girl and nudge her onto the right path when needed.”

Thank you, dear God, for listening and for dispensing that hug for me.

©2016 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved