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Recovery themed, Christian flavored daily reflections for those struggling, recovering, or seeking understanding.
But as for me, my feet had almost stumbled, my steps had nearly slipped. For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.
Psalm 73:2-3
My focus matters. It flits around and doesn’t seem capable of honing in on a coherent thought when we first clean up, but it matters where we devote time.
My thought life is often a mismatched flurry of expectation, jealousy, hope and aspiration. It draws me one way to jerk me back another. I cannot keep up with my unbridled thoughts.
So, I must learn to muzzle them. Not hatefully, but with the discernment of this newly discovered way of life. I cannot simultaneously carry with me the self-centered desires that vie for my attention and the purer thoughts of God for the welfare of others.
I must try to crucify the former for the sake of the latter.
This doesn’t mean I am contented or resigned to be a dull, penitent mute. But rather, that I learn the way to joy that lasts.
It’s an easy thing to be jealous of the fleeting things around me. Worldly success is everywhere and can become the only thing I see if it’s all I look for.
Headlines only pierce the outer layer. They’re only interested in the really good and the really bad. In this, they report a fantasy of black and white.
I want to live in the full color of life, though. I want to be full of the substance that gives peace deep down where my true self lives. I don’t want to be too concerned with the surface of things.
And at the very least, I don’t want surface emotions to dictate how I partake or neglect the spiritual wellspring of my journey through this life.
My focus matters. Probably more than I even realize now. Misdirection and attention high jacking is normal and scary. I want to live more clearly than I know that I am.
God, show me where and how to focus.