Andrew
shared a beautiful sermon this morning.
His words were filled with heart and soul, love and truth. His words brought me to tears.
God was
found in a gentle whisper... 1 Kings 18,19
I am sure that everyone in church this morning was going over their own mountain top-to-in-the
valley experiences, moments of time filling their hearts and minds and souls,
feeling the way I did. Thinking of their times in the desert, maybe still there,
holding out for God, waiting for His gentle whisper.
I heard a pin drop... a tear fell...and then, more.
In amongst
the beautiful words Andrew shared this morning, one small thing caught my
attention. It had to do with imagining
outcomes or reasons of events. This is something
we all are guilty of...putting our imaginations to things that happen in our
lives. Imaginations that have no basis
for truth, but are thoughts of what could be, or what should be and maybe even
what we should do about it, all blown up into such proportions that the truth
itself becomes distorted.
How often do
we get ourselves in trouble by doing this?
I know I’m guilty of it.
Or how often
are we hurt by doing this, we come away feeling unloved, not accepted, maybe
even abandoned.
On Friday night
I was in a small book store, where I read an excerpt from a book, Wherever You Go There You Are, the
author says
“...we usually fall quite unawares into
assuming that what we are thinking – the ideas and opinions that we harbour at
any given time - are the truth about what is ‘out there’ in the world. Most of the time it just isn’t so...we lock
ourselves into a personal fiction that we already know what is happening- all
the while remaining in thoughts, fantasies and impulses, mostly about the past
and about the future, about what we want and like, and what we fear and don’t
like, which spin out continuously, veiling our direction and the very ground we
are standing on.”
Imaginations
that cloud what is true; imagining that you are not loved, believing that you
could not be loved, supposing this , thinking that...these imaginations
hurt. They hurt the heart and soul. We should all work at seeing what is true.
through my eyes. Then you would realize how special you are."
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Hmmm, I love that.
