I remember the day I told my 6-year-old granddaughter she had great discernment and she stared at me.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“You know when we crossed the stream and you were holding my hand? You didn’t just trust me, you tested every large rock you stepped on to make sure it wasn’t wobbly, and then moved ahead.”
People who we think have great discernment have an insight…a power to see what may not be so evident to the rest of us. Having said that, I believe we all get to exercise this quality, if we choose. Discerning means to distinguish and separate…kind of like picking out the best things in a pile of whatever.
You know that feeling when you meet someone and right off the bat you hit it off and you feel safe? You also know when the hair stands up on your arms and you want to take a step back.
When you discern something…you know what it is. Pretty cool.