When crumpled pages still turn
marked and argued within margins
and ideas of who you are no longer boxed in
then I falter no longer, but trust even when …
“My heart staggers; fear makes me tremble. The twilight of my desire has turned to horror” (Isaiah 21:4 NIV).
Awoke this morning to images of my dead son. Doesn’t happen often, but when it does sometimes I can move my brain to dwell on God’s goodness. Other times I cannot.
God planted some new book ideas last night. A great blessing. But, this new, potential series takes me back to those first days and once those cataloged images are opened some unwanted ones come with it. So what do I do when my thoughts are uncontrollable?
We cannot always help where thoughts may go in grief. But, we do not have to stay there. What are your current thoughts revealing? How can you develop the mind of Christ in your difficult circumstances? Who is your support team? Reach out, make them aware of your struggle.
May your minds rest in the truth of whose you are.