Rest Here

Come to me, all you who are weary and find life burdensome,
and I will give you rest.

Matthew 11:28

My husband and I were up north. As we discussed where we’d attend church that weekend, we wondered how the several small churches in the area would carry on in light of the priest-shortage. Though I had several suggestions for the powers-that-be, I tucked them away for another time. As our conversation trailed off, my thoughts returned to “church” and all that this affiliation has meant to me throughout the most critical times of my life. My dad must be hovering nearby because he comes to mind once again…

My childhood church stood just a block down and around the corner from our two-flat. My parents married there. My siblings and I were baptized there. We celebrated First Communions, Confirmations and funerals there. A priest walked down the block to visit my dad when he was very sick. The morning my dad passed away, I ran down the street to church. When our parish priest saw me, he knew that the inevitable had occurred. After listening patiently as I sobbed, he sat me in the pew next to him –a humble substitute for Daddy.

Father knelt and I looked through tear-filled eyes at this church which had become a second home to me. When I peered at the ceiling, I read the inscription over the altar: “Come to me all you who labor and are burdened and I will give you rest.” That day, I had come to find rest from the most terrible burden a child could bear. Over the months and years that followed, I realized that I’d gone to the right place –no, the right One– for rest. I’d turned to God that morning because it is in God that I found the hope which has been with me ever since…

When I returned my thoughts to those soon to be un-staffed churches, I prayed that we’d all realize that God will remain among us to offer us rest regardless of who leads us in prayer.

Comforting God, thank you for your ever-loving ongoing presence.

©2018 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Let God Get Your Attention

…God leads me beside still waters;
God restores my soul.

Psalm 23:2-3

The other day, I ran from the moment I woke that morning. Before finishing preparations for a meeting I’d lead that evening, I forced myself to complete my morning exercises. Afterward, I finished a bit of housecleaning and three loads of laundry. Having the “home front” in order eased me into a productive and positive frame of mind for the evening’s meeting.

As it happened, I was prepared with hours to spare. It the midst of my revelry, I noted that sunshine was pouring through my window. Though the needle on my thermometer hadn’t edged beyond the forties that day, I couldn’t resist the sun’s warmth. The rays that seemed to reach from heaven enhanced the beautiful fall colors that adorned my neighborhood. As I gazed out the window at that amazing show, another passage from Psalm 23 came to mind…

So it was that I headed out the door to walk beyond the trees on my block to the still waters of a nearby pond. I admit that I enjoyed every step in the chilling wind as God restored my soul.

Loving God, I remember thank you for drawing my attention with that wonderful sunshine so you could refresh my soul once again.

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So Generously Restored!

…he leads me beside still waters
and restores my soul.

Psalm 23:2-3

I ran from the moment I woke that morning. Before thinking about a little volunteer pitch which I’d deliver at Mass that evening, I forced myself to complete my morning exercises. Afterward, I did two loads of laundry while working on a few more of these daily reflections. Completing this little to-do list put me in the perfect frame of mind to ask others who are able to step up and occasionally help out with some fairly easy tasks at church.

After practicing my one-minute and fifteen-second speech, I noticed that the November rain had let up. Though the red line on my thermometer had not edged beyond forty-five that day, I couldn’t resist the oddly peaceful setting which lay beneath the cloudy sky. Though the beautiful fall colors which adorned my neighborhood were muted on that seemingly dismal day, the scene before me nudged me back to Psalm 23.

Though I had a bit more to do inside, I headed outdoors to walk. Every step of the way, God restored my soul. Even on that gray-hued day, God refreshed me.

Loving God, thank you for the many gifts with which you refresh us.

©2017 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Seize The Joy

Sing joyfully to the Lord, all you lands;
break into song; sing praise.

Psalm 98:4

A few weeks ago, my husband and I drove up north to our favorite getaway, a little log cabin in the woods. In spite of the fact that we left plenty of work behind at home, we gave in to this much-needed opportunity to relax. My husband doesn’t enjoy driving. However, he is always thrilled to be at the wheel when we’re headed north. Though I always volunteer to share the driving, I was grateful that my husband didn’t take me up on my offer. I happily lay back and enjoyed the view beyond my window. Nature didn’t disappoint as summer’s splendor revealed itself throughout the drive. As it happened, we made excellent time and were surprisingly refreshed when we arrived.

Though we intended to relax, as soon as we settled in, we tackled projects which we’d let go during prior visits. A few hours and lots of progress later, we realized that dinner time had come and we had made no plans. We opted for the twenty-minute drive to our favorite Mexican restaurant. As we settled in to scan the familiar menu, we laughed at how little we had relaxed that day. Still, we felt much better than we had a few days earlier when we decided we needed this get-away. My husband observed, “Maybe we didn’t mind all of the work at the cabin because we didn’t have to do it. We did it because we wanted to.” How right he was…

Gracious God, thank you for sharing your joyful Spirit with us. Give us the wisdom to revive our spirits by occasionally doing what we want to do.

©2017 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

God Restores My Soul

…he leads me beside still waters,
he restores my soul.

Psalm 23:2-3

Today, I ran from the moment I woke this morning. Before finishing preparations for a class which my husband and I will teach tonight, I forced myself to complete my morning exercises. Afterward, I finished a bit of housecleaning and a load of laundry. Having the “home front” in order provided the perfect environment for me to attend to tonight’s class.

I am happy to report that I am ready to teach with hours to spare. It is in the midst of this revelry that the sunshine pouring through my window beckons me. Though the needle on my thermometer has not edged beyond the fifties today, I cannot resist the sun’s warmth. The rays that seem to reach from heaven enhance the beautiful fall colors that adorn my neighborhood. As I gaze out the window at this amazing show, another passage from Psalm 23 comes to mind…

So it is that I head out the door to walk beyond the trees on my block to the still waters of a nearby pond. I will enjoy every step of the way as God restores my soul.

Loving God, I remember thanking you for a good night’s sleep this morning, but I have not said a word to you since. Thank you for drawing my attention back to you so you can refresh my soul once again.

©2015 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved