Mind trails
I love how my mind runs. It goes from one memory to the next. Then jumps to my goals and ambitions for the weekend even as far as 6 months out. But I love the parts that really dig inside and search for much more meaningful moments.
For example I was beginning to read the watchtower again and the question of the refuge location just sat there. More and more need to dig into that and to come to find out when I am reading the watchtower does that.
I am just in awe sometimes.
Then it got me thinking that the offended family ALSO had to live in the town. Just how hard it must have been for them to let the person continue to live and thrive within the city.
In got me thinking about my family and the way things were done shoddy. And so much of me disagreed with what happened but I still lived streets from them and even spoke in their circles. Yet I just couldn't forgive them. Now, long since passed I forgave them, I still wonder if I had been Christian truly maybe life would have been different.
Too late now.
And as my mind trips over those dark areas in my life, I linger. Just more minutes and then I close the door again. My heart races and I find myself in this emotional tangle. Strife.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Seeing the light in that dark corner I am able to sit up straighter. Close my eyes and exhale. Relaxing and forgetting. Allowing tears to fall.
Then the mind jumps to the stories of perseverance and grit in the lives of the women in my family. How else do I sit straighter but by the grace of God. Jehovah gave me the gifts of patience, endurance, grit and perseverance. To him ALONE I am grateful for a backbone.
As now the mind flows to just the calming. Looking at my cat curled in a ball on my mother's chair. That makes me smile. Content with the simple joys of life.
What trails does your mind lead on?
For example I was beginning to read the watchtower again and the question of the refuge location just sat there. More and more need to dig into that and to come to find out when I am reading the watchtower does that.
I am just in awe sometimes.
Then it got me thinking that the offended family ALSO had to live in the town. Just how hard it must have been for them to let the person continue to live and thrive within the city.
In got me thinking about my family and the way things were done shoddy. And so much of me disagreed with what happened but I still lived streets from them and even spoke in their circles. Yet I just couldn't forgive them. Now, long since passed I forgave them, I still wonder if I had been Christian truly maybe life would have been different.
Too late now.
And as my mind trips over those dark areas in my life, I linger. Just more minutes and then I close the door again. My heart races and I find myself in this emotional tangle. Strife.
Breathe. Just breathe.
Seeing the light in that dark corner I am able to sit up straighter. Close my eyes and exhale. Relaxing and forgetting. Allowing tears to fall.
Then the mind jumps to the stories of perseverance and grit in the lives of the women in my family. How else do I sit straighter but by the grace of God. Jehovah gave me the gifts of patience, endurance, grit and perseverance. To him ALONE I am grateful for a backbone.
As now the mind flows to just the calming. Looking at my cat curled in a ball on my mother's chair. That makes me smile. Content with the simple joys of life.
What trails does your mind lead on?
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