Thoughts

Monday Missive 82

A Poem: Thoughts

I gather my thoughts
In spray cans of living;
Painting mental murals
On the walls of my life.
It seems absurd,
To pretend,
I know how
To paint reality.
Pain, hurt, 
Joy, gratitude.
Life, love.
What do I really know?
So, I paint them slowly,
With vivid colors
On memory canvases;
And store them
In the silent attic
Of my thoughts;
Afraid someone
Will see them,
And know.

But you, Oh Lord,
Live in the attic
Of my thoughts,
In my imagination,
In my false reality;
And tell me,
It doesn’t matter
That I don’t know,
For You do.

A Payer: My Extreme Poverty

Father because there is extreme poverty in every area of my life, I ask you to provide for…

My physical needs. Please provide  all that is physically necessary for my functioning in this world.

My emotional needs. Help me find my significance and security in You alone.

My social needs. Because you created me to be in community, help me to flourish in the community that you have provided.

My spiritual needs.  You have given  me all that is necessary for living in Your Kingdom: Holy Spirit, scriptural understanding,  the "fruit of the Spirit,” a local faith community, wisdom, and discernment. Heavenly Father, help me not only to exist in Your Kingdom, but to thrive!

A Passage: For Reflection

"So don't worry about these things, saying, 'What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?' These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.
— Matthew 6:31-33 NLT