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The only way I can be proven right or rational is if THE AWFUL thing actually happens. If we do not crash and burn on the highway, then I was being silly to jump every time we passed a big truck. If I try to talk someone I love out of doing something dangerous, the only way to be proven right is if they get hurt.
Kind of like that old joke about the tombstone of the hypochondriac that states..."I TOLD you I was sick!"
In my current life season of quiet and lack of busy-ness, my mind has too much open space. It is why you will often find me writing about being the boss of your brain and the importance of taking our thoughts captive. My mind is a battle field. Joyce Meyer has written a great book on the subject, but I never made it through the whole book.
I am trying to use this life-stage of quietness to complete a non-fiction book about each of the one-on-one God encounters I have experienced in my life that slowly convinced me of His unconditional love. The mine-field of my mind is in an odd juxtaposition to the assurance that I am striving to communicate. Does that make sense?
This is why I know without a doubt that how we think, what we believe about ourselves and about God is no small matter. God will not "take over" my thoughts and force me to trust Him. My mind is mine to rule. I decide to either dwell on the negative and fearful thoughts of what could happen, or "pull up" and call out to HIM for help.
Just as I lay my head on my pillow many nights, I am for a few seconds overwhelmed with a deep and stomach turning dread. It comes like a wave from head to toe and I whisper "God, help me!. Help me turn my thoughts toward you." I gather my thoughts and concentrate on the next article I need to write or the blog post for this space. (The beginning of this post was written in my mind last night.) I will see that the clock says 2am and I ask God to please move me into sleep. He does and the next thing I know I am craving my morning coffee and ready for a new day.
I live in a quiet house with hours and hours of solitude in which to write and be creative. But if the mind is not in an equally peaceful place, nothing is accomplished, other than more worries and what-ifs. So once again, today I invite my Father God into my home, my mind and my day.
I am sitting in my sunny backyard with birdsong all around me. Soft music is coming from the house and Layla is wandering the yard between nips at my hands to get me to pay her some attention. My life is lovely and good. God is here. He is as close as I will let Him be. This morning I choose thankfulness and rest.
The simple process of writing this post has brought me from the opening lines of frustration, to a sense of peace and wellness. Writing will do that for me. God will do that for me. Thank you for listening/reading as we walk our life-pathways together. These little black marks typed out on a keyboard have lifted me today from a low place to a higher place. I hope they have moved you also.
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