In the flux
The mind is a massive
industrial complex of churn, with thoughts and imaginations coursing through spaghetti
conveyor belts manufacturing products for which one might not have found a purpose. A recent situation had so many scenarios play out in my head, I
felt like I needed a big red button to shut down the complex and get some quiet
in me.
In the midst of all
this, there was a voice, quiet and calming, asking for a voice to speak to my
hearing. It is a place of refuge that in troubled times comes to the rescue to
snatch me out of the funk, putting things in perspective and offering a kind of
assurance that whatever might come will pass.
In the calm
In life, we are not
promised a trouble-free existence, rather there are influences and experiences
that seem to equip us to weather storms to new calms. It is like the Psalmist
says in Psalm 23, “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they
comfort me.” [BibleGateway:
Psalm 23:4]
I am comforted by that voice that says in my head, even in the face of terrifying circumstances, “Akin, everything is going to be fine.” It gives me a sense of security for travel and the assurance that I will reach my destination. Whatever the journey, it will not be the end of the story.
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