Last nights sermon reminded me of the importance of being in control of your mind, not the other way around.
I wrote this in my note book at the end of the sermon:
The wickedness of my life originates in an ember, patient, diligantly watching for streams of kerosene within my imagination.
Oh, that it would be water that flowed, or better, the blood that spills from an overflowing alter that was joyously wept upon after the victorious sacrifice of God the Father.
Yet, it is not in desperation, as if we would never experience that flood, but a wonderful reality that starts with a conscious, relieveing surrender of our thoughts that is free from our self loathing.
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Then we say, after surrender
I will humble myself,
I will restrain myself from folly,
Just to listen to you.
Just to narrowly capture a picture
Of your perspective.
For a glimpse contains
The blood from an eternal stream.
That being the cost of your loving us.
From the sheep that has been multitasking food, tea, writing, and heaving mucus,
-Scottry ¬
