Fragmented perception of what really is the killer of one’s desire to know and experience God on a purely intimate and personal level.
Encased in another person’s notion of reality as the only substance is the killer of dreams, childlikeness and adventurousness.
Many people dismissed their ability to contribute to the whole, since they dread to even imagine that each of us plays a vital part in the Master Plan and the part each person is created to play cannot and will never be as effectively performed by another. That’s why sometimes another person’s idea may be much better applied than mine and not because my ideas are injudicious or my accent, physical attribute make me an idiot.
You see, what I have discovered is that not that people are necessarily telling a lie; so much as they are telling their version of what appears or seem to be true for them. That to me is all well and good. Where the buck stops for me is that I refrain from projecting or transferring my truth as the whole truth and then coerce and manipulate people to drop their point of view. This is what causes the narrowing of the mind tactic.
Before long the world becomes a boring rut and people long to leave this world for a better place. Oh evay!
But wait what will tell I God when he demands an account of my life… Auwch!
Letting the mind absorb the notion that I cannot do anything good or agreeing that life is worthless, is a kind of death… the kind that severs the desire to take life by the hand and say lead me on.
The tension mounts and life escalates into a frenzy! I can spend the rest of my life creating a database of excuses or I can regain my gusto for life, as I want to experience it firsthand. Then though matter what I will have lived my very own life and God will go well done my good and faithful helper!
I had a mind but its contents was mere fragments of this and that and just a speck of my own thoughts lying latent for the same reason I mentioned earlier… I did not think I had anything valuable to contribute that would make any difference to improve the state of affairs on this side of heaven.
Many of the times I took on the test of proving this phenomenon but back then my mind was still seeing the same scenery if I can use such an analogy. So I figured that this was nothing but magic.
What I have come to also realize is that before anything made sense to me I had to examine my mind. At first I was afraid that I would find that it was a vacuum or an attic full of myths and fairy tales!
But I opened the door and after contenting myself with the creaking and squeaking I decided to explore; touching this and poking that and going, mmm! When did that get there and how long have this idea been waiting for me to use it. Oh my… I was moved and very overwhelmed at what a tiny speck like me had been endowed with by my Creator.
Wow!
I thought that was all I needed to say and do until I opened the door that led me into the chamber where my core was trapped with many imported ideas.
Surprise!
I’ll say!
The look on my face was enough to make my heart cry, finally, there you are… there I am. After staring for what felt like eternity, I picked it up and brushed it off. I almost choke on the debris that splashed in my face. Yeah that is what was happening to me all the time you ignored me. Oh, so sorry! That was all I could muster my strength to mutter.
I had no clue where to begin but I was determined to give myself all the love, care and attention it needed. So I fell on my knees and whenever I find myself in this fancy pose, I know that I need all the help that heaven can supply.
As was becoming my habit, I cracked the covers of the maker’s instruction manual and there was the prescription… I wasn’t sure I wanted this because that seem like it would take me more time than I had to experience the metamorphosis so quick fix sounded like a better option… isn’t that what happens when life challenges us to go within ourselves. Anything but that God... anything
But until I began to take God’s prescription and take it as prescribed “ be ye transformed by renewing of the mind” full strength I was just going around in circles.
Encased in another person’s notion of reality as the only substance is the killer of dreams, childlikeness and adventurousness.
Many people dismissed their ability to contribute to the whole, since they dread to even imagine that each of us plays a vital part in the Master Plan and the part each person is created to play cannot and will never be as effectively performed by another. That’s why sometimes another person’s idea may be much better applied than mine and not because my ideas are injudicious or my accent, physical attribute make me an idiot.
You see, what I have discovered is that not that people are necessarily telling a lie; so much as they are telling their version of what appears or seem to be true for them. That to me is all well and good. Where the buck stops for me is that I refrain from projecting or transferring my truth as the whole truth and then coerce and manipulate people to drop their point of view. This is what causes the narrowing of the mind tactic.
Before long the world becomes a boring rut and people long to leave this world for a better place. Oh evay!
But wait what will tell I God when he demands an account of my life… Auwch!
Letting the mind absorb the notion that I cannot do anything good or agreeing that life is worthless, is a kind of death… the kind that severs the desire to take life by the hand and say lead me on.
The tension mounts and life escalates into a frenzy! I can spend the rest of my life creating a database of excuses or I can regain my gusto for life, as I want to experience it firsthand. Then though matter what I will have lived my very own life and God will go well done my good and faithful helper!
I had a mind but its contents was mere fragments of this and that and just a speck of my own thoughts lying latent for the same reason I mentioned earlier… I did not think I had anything valuable to contribute that would make any difference to improve the state of affairs on this side of heaven.
Many of the times I took on the test of proving this phenomenon but back then my mind was still seeing the same scenery if I can use such an analogy. So I figured that this was nothing but magic.
What I have come to also realize is that before anything made sense to me I had to examine my mind. At first I was afraid that I would find that it was a vacuum or an attic full of myths and fairy tales!
But I opened the door and after contenting myself with the creaking and squeaking I decided to explore; touching this and poking that and going, mmm! When did that get there and how long have this idea been waiting for me to use it. Oh my… I was moved and very overwhelmed at what a tiny speck like me had been endowed with by my Creator.
Wow!
I thought that was all I needed to say and do until I opened the door that led me into the chamber where my core was trapped with many imported ideas.
Surprise!
I’ll say!
The look on my face was enough to make my heart cry, finally, there you are… there I am. After staring for what felt like eternity, I picked it up and brushed it off. I almost choke on the debris that splashed in my face. Yeah that is what was happening to me all the time you ignored me. Oh, so sorry! That was all I could muster my strength to mutter.
I had no clue where to begin but I was determined to give myself all the love, care and attention it needed. So I fell on my knees and whenever I find myself in this fancy pose, I know that I need all the help that heaven can supply.
As was becoming my habit, I cracked the covers of the maker’s instruction manual and there was the prescription… I wasn’t sure I wanted this because that seem like it would take me more time than I had to experience the metamorphosis so quick fix sounded like a better option… isn’t that what happens when life challenges us to go within ourselves. Anything but that God... anything
But until I began to take God’s prescription and take it as prescribed “ be ye transformed by renewing of the mind” full strength I was just going around in circles.
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