Thoughts and Truths

So often are thoughts dictate our reality ... and many times those thoughts are not truths.

This is my favorite time of year .... the holidays, the lights, the smells, the weather, the feel. But I have been preoccupied with a certain thing going on in my life. My so-called mountain. Certainly nothing life changing or threatening (I even feel guilty calling it a mountain). But everybody has their own mountains and right now this is mine. My thoughts though are preoccupying and persistent. I dwell.

My husband told me I was a "feeler" instead of a "thinker." I can act upon emotion, and let those emotions get the best of me.

Proverbs 4:23 says to be careful what you think, because your thoughts run your. Your reality.
I know what I want, the attitudes I desire, the kind of life I want to lead, my priorities ...

We all go through periods where life, or a specific area of life, seems jumbled, out of sorts. Those are times to wrestle with our own hearts, attitudes. Perhaps a time to learn patience.

Yesterday my heart wanted to do something, make something happen, get the ball rolling, so to speak. Change my mountain. Thoughts swirled and blurred together. But my heart was then convicted to be patient ... My mind kept drifting, dwelling, and not wanting to be patient. But I was. I really didn't have a choice. It was a gray, cold, rainy day. Pie wanted to snuggle, play, just be together. We were. To think I could have missed out on a whole day of Pie because of my own lack of patience. But the Lord gave me a day ... convicting me to be patient.

Because in the end, the only thing that truly matters is the relationships we form, build and keep. It's not what we do for a living, how we look or what we have. Vanity .... so easy to get caught up in, it's so present in the world. I know I do. But it's our relationships, how we treat others ...

We sat in church next to couple .... the man obviously disabled, the woman, obviously devoted. He couldn't stand. Yet, during worship, she helped him up and held him. They held hand. He wept. She, watching him, also wept. But they never let go of one another.
Behind us at the store was an extremely overweight man, so overweight he could hardly walk. His breathing, labored. Yet he too, was with his wife, holding hands. Their love was apparent.
A baby boy, who we are very close to, now may have a heart condition. His mom, his dad, held onto him, loving on him.

Looking around at church, the store, downtown, everyone has a mountain. And everyone is the most beautiful, most important someone of someones' life.

Patience ... Blessings ... Peace .....