When God created the human mind, He created a masterpiece. You and I will never be able to tap into the depths of what our minds can learn. If we lived to be nine hundred years old like they did in the Old Testament we still won’t have used our minds completely a hundred percent.
We seem to be filling our minds with the weirdest of thoughts even after we become born again our old thinking has a way of making us revisit those old ways. This morning I am going to give you an example of how the conversation goes on in our head. Tell me if this sounds familiar?
It’s time to GO! I’ve been fooling around with you for years and listening to your mess and the only thing you’ve done for me was bring me more misery then I can stand. But enough is enough today I tell you to take a back seat. How many times have I missed great exploits for my life how many times have I lost so much, how many times have you said you will be my buddy? All too often you played me like a harp and I kept on listening and hanging out with you.
Many nights I’ve cried myself to sleep from all the disappointments and hurts and pain all because you said you knew this would work. Yeah it worked alright! But not for the good of me. The only person who screamed and cheered for you was you (self) but no more because today I tell you to take a back seat. It’s time for me to stop listening to you and follow what’s in my heart. But even with that I am not sure if my own very heart would lead me right. Over the years it’s been coated with mud.
Now that you have finished this conversation with yourself it’s time to do something about it. We need to give these thoughts over to the Lord Jesus, holding on to them will only keep us in prison, and this is not healthy. So what is the recipe? It’s found in Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.
When we think on these things it breaks the yoke of all that junk we think about.