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Out of My Head

I’ll be honest. I haven’t felt overly inspired to write this week. In fact, I have had a few days of feeling “less-than.” Have you ever been there? 

Maybe supper didn’t go as planned. That was actually week before this past one. I turned on the InstantPot, set it on the stove, and then turned on the burner. At the smell of melting plastic, I realized what I had done. Needless to say, supper was late that night.

Maybe it’s some little something that was said to you. I’m so guilty of overthinking words. Because of this, I try to weigh my words carefully before I just speak my mind. But one idle word can make me wonder what I did to offend someone. Even worse, certain behaviors of others cause me to assume they “don’t like me” or “think less of me.”

Your mindset may be completely different. I admire people who can brush off words and passive-aggressive behaviors without another thought. That’s certainly not the case for me. It’s these little things that latch onto my mind and put me in a funk. 

Once I’m in that place, it takes a lot of hard work to claw my way back into a healthy mindset. At my age, I’ve finally learned how to show myself grace. But ultimately, I’ve learned to accept God’s grace.

So letting your sinful nature control your mind leads to death. But letting the Spirit control your mind leads to life and peace. (Romans‬ ‭8‬:‭6‬ ‭NLT‬‬)

My flesh (sinful nature) defaults into hurt pride and leans into feeling “less-than.” But God has delivered me out of that behavior. When I choose to let God’s Spirit control my thoughts and feelings, I am at peace and can enjoy life.

I often struggle with self-confidence. But that’s okay. Because if I put my confidence in God, He lifts me out of the pit of unworthiness. He reminds me that I am chosen and loved. On my own, I’m not enough. But Christ is more than enough to help me get out of my head.

© Jill Cook and Unbroken & Undone Ministries.  All rights reserved.

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