Anyone else have head battles? You know, battles that take place in your head? If someone gave out trophies for this non-sport,I would have a shelf full. Sometimes I’ll wake up in the middle of the night thinking about an uncomfortable conversation that needs to happen, or someone who is … Continue reading →
Anyone else have a hard time living in the present? Is it just me? Good grief, the past keeps trying to creep into today and future concerns try to keep me wrapped up in the worries of tomorrow. The past and future squeezes me out of today which keeps me … Continue reading →
My mind whirled with possible scenarios. If “this” thing happened, how would I respond? What would I need to do and say? If “that” thing happened, how would I respond, what would I need to do and say? The more I analyzed and worried the less prepared I felt for … Continue reading →
Out of left field a thought came and blindsided my emotions. Words said by someone in the past replayed in my mind entangling me in a web of anger and hurt. Fortunately, I realized I have a choice. I could think about, whine about, and get mad about what they … Continue reading →
The memory pounced, blindsided, and left me reeling. I stood trying to regain my thoughts. Painful memories can’t be changed, I can’t alter what happened, and at times it leaves me heart-broken and heart-sick. Oh, I need a mind wash. I need to forget that terrible thing that happened, that … Continue reading →
God is teaching me again the beauty of taking every thought captive. Far too long I’ve had the tendency to analyze, wonder, and try to figure out when I hear something or see something and “go there” in my mind. However, I’ve found I don’t have to ponder every story, … Continue reading →
I’m pondering how often we refuse to move forward. We get rutted and trapped in the past, clinging to the thing that destroyed the life we wanted or imagined.
There is a time to mourn and weep, but we’ve turned it into a lifestyle, and “poor me” has become an idol. Self is exalted over God. We aren’t hearing His voice nor hearing His call because we are too busy listening to our own complaints and whines. I’ve been there, done that–sat and stewed and mourned. And the longer I stewed in my stew, the stinkier my stew (and me) became. Ugh.
