It has been said, on more than one occasion, that you can read my thoughts on my face. I have been that way for as long as I can remember. I have shown the face of consternation, elation and diabolical scheming. It has been immensely helpful to my mother and teachers over the years, but has also gotten me into quite the trouble a time or fifty.
Most of the time it’s just a flicker and then it’s gone, because frankly I don’t meditate on too much. However as I get older I am finding what I choose to meditate on to be of value and focus. The reason being is my thought life, well, it shapes where I go and what attitude I carry with me.
I find when I dwell on a thought it leads to action-as it does for the majority of people. Even more confirming is the knowledge that dwelling on the wrong things, on the negatives, will only perpetuate the negative thought life and attitude. It is not as if it slithers in, unawares, but it’s a conscious choice.
Recently I heard someone teach on Psalm 1, which led to the point of what we allow ourselves to be available to leads to something we choose to be near and ultimately sit among in our thought life especially. If you look at verse 1, you see that the blessed man doesn’t walk with scoffers, doesn’t stand in the way of sinners, and doesn’t sit in the seat of scoffing.
That one stung. Deep.
Why? Because ultimately I make the decision on where my thoughts go, what attitude I have when I dwell in them and how I respond to those thoughts. Many times I don’t take them captive as I should.
What if I did though?
What if I started taking captive thoughts, replacing them with the indwelling truth of God’s Word? What if I started being more aware, more conscious of the gate of my mind and when it should be opened and when it should stay firmly locked? If my mind isn’t careful what it meditates on-even the deceptively good things-it can lead to a disobedient heart with questionable choices and a heart with hollow roots.
Instead of rolling the dice, wondering what I dwell in and on, I get to boldly and assertively choose which things my mind goes to, stays in and even sits among. The privilege of leading the junk, the really amazing yet deceptive thoughts, tied up to Christ’s feet? That’s like getting straight cherries on the slot machine.