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A Meeting of My Mind



My heart is finding its way into my mind.  I have pictured my heart or the emotional  me as a wild untamed being.  

A wild place I love to see and terrified to embrace.  Fearful to release and longing to let it go.

Tentatively approaching my emotional pool as I did my first visit to a zoo.  

Reverently approaching the limit of the Lion's cage, until I found his eye.  Powerful.  The longing of a beast aching to be set free and to take back its life.  The sadness and hopelessness flooded me with sadness.  

A meeting.  A coming together.

 Stress, trauma, abuse, decisions, choices, sin and life can fragment.  

We create areas within ourselves with paths to walk between.  This room is my outside room.  This one is my "when I'm stressed" room.  Soon a labyrinth is formed and deception of "this is normal" glazes over.

 It is not normal.  We are supposed to feel, to care, to need and to struggle.  While other areas of our lives can be compartmentalized to some degree...our inner being cannot.  We were created to be whole.  Not double minded.

 The process of moving the contents of these areas into one is messy and stressful.  It is as if 200 college dorm residents haul everything out of their rooms, and dump it in the commons area.  A mess.

 The answer as I see it is...staying present.  Staying.  Staying with my God and not running down the haul to stash away a feeling or a thought or a mess.  Staying present.  Staying in the land God has called us to.  

Staying and trusting in Him.  In His ability to handle it all.  In His assurance and grace and provision and love.

 He is the mender of hearts and minds and He will meet us right where we are.  In the midst of a mess.  In the midst of turmoil.  He is always ready for the meeting.  Our God meeting within the stillness of our mind and heart.






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