Have you ever been in a situation where it feels like there is a battle between your mind and the voices in your head?. It's like a supremacy battle. However, you want to be careful to follow the right voice, lest, you may stumble.
You know that moment when you really want some 'quiet' inorder to take that next step... you can hear the voices in your head screaming in support of what it is beckoning you to do but the mind says otherwise and you wonder why can't these two agree! Why do they have a mind of their own?.
You say to yourself "I am in charge" to the point that you now totally believe you truly are but are you truly in charge?. You actually look helpless😏
In a way to caress your ego into believing you are indeed in control, you run straight to your arsenal (forgetting to say hello to the one who is in charge of that arsenal). You pick up all the necessary weapon you figure you might need for your show of power.
The funny thing is, now you have the sword, you have the shield, you have the helmet and the entire arsenal at your disposal but you are lost as to what to do with them. Pheeww... clown much.
You are still confused as ever. Still broken. Still powerless. At this point, you know there's no winning. The voices in your head asking you to go left haven't stopped and the mind still screams RIGHT!.
While in this dilemma, the ONE who is in charge of your arsenal calls your name. Now, you are shocked. You know that voice but how could you have forgotten to at least say "hello" that sweet subtle voice before rushing for the weapon?!. Oh no! Have you forgotten your manners?! If disappointment had a face, yours would have fit in perfectly without question.
In this moment and at the wake of the realization of how bad things have become seeing you have no control over them and wanting to fix things your own way is gradually moving you to a place of self-destruct... Geez! the tears wouldn't stop flowing!!!.
The impact of that voice has rendered every ounce of your vulnerability useless. You realize all you needed was a hug... not from just anyone but from the one who is in charge of your arsenal. Shamelessly, you crawl to Him and He lifts you with his outstretched arms. He smiles and calls you "MY OWN".
Your chest burdened, you pour it out to Him without asking if He was in the right space to receive all you are about to dump at His feet... but, He doesn't mind. He listens, regardless. How sweet!😍
With a comforting relief, you say to Him... "there's indeed no hiding from your love but I need to know, I'm dying to know... should I rise or should I fall? Should I sing from the mountains or should I make my bed from the valley? One word is all I need".
He's mute for a while but His gaze still fixed at you... it pierces deep to your soul and you can tell He knows and sees it all.
He finally speaks but not with a word as you requested... He responds with a sentence!. How generous of Him!🥺
He says... "be still and know that I am in charge".
Now, you are relieved 😌 the voices in your head and your mind don't get to destabilise you no more. Oh! Of course, they try to mess with you every once in a while but the words of the Keeper have become your shield, your entire armour and sword. How bliss!.💃🎉
Silently, you still wonder... does this mean I don't need to go left or right? Am I expected to do nothing and just stay still? Again, the KEEPER visits and says TRUST ME.
TRUST the Keeper. Wow!.
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