My thoughts are out to get me. They attack at all hours: "You are such an idiot, Catherine. What were you thinking? How could you have said / written / done that?" I run from these guerilla warriors daily. The chase is exhausting and frankly, it's annoying.
Jesus gives us plenty of armor; apparently, though, these wicked unseen snipers have found my chinks. Mind control is the answer. I wield the Sword of Truth, meditating on and reciting Scripture: "For God so loved me, he sent his only Son," (John 3:16). "There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus," (Romans 8:1). "Nothing can separate me from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord," (Romans 8:38-39).
Another weapon: giving thanks.
As I park my car, today's mental attack is so severe I can't even remember why I've come to the market. Heaving a sigh, I climb out and look up. "Thank you, God, for the blue sky. Thank you for these beautiful clouds." I feel better. Oh yeah, Fred is grilling tonight. We need chicken. "Thank you for this concrete walkway, God. Thanks that this building is sturdy. Thank you for automatic doors, conveniently placed recycling bins, and air conditioning." That's right, we need cereal, too. And dog food. "Thank you that my legs work, that my lungs are healthy, that my heart beats just fine." As I push the cart through the aisles thanking God for everything from florescent lighting to muzak, I chop those evil distracting thoughts out of my head. By the time I make it home (with almost everything I was supposed to retrieve), I am on the other side of the attack—in the presence of God, ready to enjoy the rest of the day with my family.
Enter God's presence with the password: "Thank you!" ~ Psalm 100:4 (The Message)
In his presence is fullness of joy. ~ Psalm 16:11