A "Sound" Mind


"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." 2 Timothy 1:7 (NKJV)
I would describe myself of "sound mind". Most days. Yet, when I wake up with thoughts scattered, ideas banging around in my head and my heart, and trying to capture them is akin to corralling a swarm of dragonflies -- I certainly wonder.

Am I of "sound mind" as Paul would have described in sharing this with his beloved son, Timothy?

I spend my time flitting back and forth between spiritual pursuits, training to be a profitable writer, painting my heart out, looking for sustainable employment, keeping my home from crawling up around me in clutter, . . . and untold hours scrolling social media to see what others are doing that is better, wiser, and more profitable than what I find myself doing.

My mind is as cluttered as my news feed, and I tear myself away to hover over the next thing for a moment, only to find the beckoning loud enough to interrupt the current task . . . again.

I set lofty mental goals each morning, and I fall flat on my face when my phone becomes my closest companion.

What can be done to halt this circular motion?

Here are three things I plan to do today to rest my mind, put fear behind me, and regain some peace in my day:


  • Put down my phone. Yes, it has youversion on it for my devotions. Once that time is behind me, the phone goes back on my nightside table.
  • Intentionally set aside time to express my thoughts the old fashioned way--on paper.
  • Write out the verse above on a note card and place it in plain view somewhere in my house. Saying it out loud, too, because sometimes I just need to hear truth spoken aloud in my own voice to make it stick in my brain.
How can you reclaim the fluttering thoughts and lack of focus in your day? What are some ways you can be intentional today with how you spend your time and train your mind? 

Share your thoughts in the comments! 

We're on this journey together, and I would be glad for your insight.

Leaving a trail of beauty~



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