I don’t know about you, but I often sit and let my mind get wrapped in the maze that is my thoughts. I can easily play a song, recite some scripture or do anything else, yet I choose to travel down the tumultuous winding road of my own imaginary confusion.
If I’m not careful, my mind goes from a well of creativity and ideas to a web of well, everything.
Lauryn Hill sang, “It could all be so simple, but you rather make it hard.” She follows that it, “Loving you is like a battle and we both end up with scars.”
God loves me. My Mother and Father love me. Is it possible that my own confusion makes something that should be simple, complicated? When I am depressed for days and refusing to open the blinds and see the light, am I straining their Love ? Sometimes complication is all I know. The pain and rejection of slammed doors and pinched fingers feels so familiar to me. I am guilty of intentionally seeking out confusion simply for the familiar feelings of pain that come along with.
Here’s a truth: No matter how complicated I think I am, God’s Love will never cease. Because God’s Love is infinite, He extends it to me through my parents ensuring they will always Love me as well. I don’t have to live in my complicated false reality which only exists in my thoughts anyway. I have a real reality, and though it may not be exactly what I imagined at 10 years old, its mine. This life is mine; given to me alone by The hand of God. He breathes air into my lungs and I have breath.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale the word of God; Exhale the inferior feelings that trespass on my mind. Simple.
Simple, but only if I do it. Exhale. For more help in this area, I recommend Battlefield of the Mind: Winning the War in Your Mind by Joyce Meyer.