It’s been a busy start to the year. We have just had new carpets fitted and in the process, there has been a lot of moving, unpacking and sorting. My husband and I thought it might be a golden opportunity to sort through some of our clutter. As I dug through drawers, I came across one of my journals (circa 2012) and as I paged through the memories, I found this one that is well worth a share:
It’s Monday evening and Clinton is working. The house is peaceful and quiet. The little ones are fast asleep after a very busy day of playing in the park, building sandcastles, feeding ducks and covering themselves in muddy puddle water. They are out! It’s been a long time since it has been this quiet.
As I walked into our bedroom, on my way to get ready for an early night, my eye caught something dark and ominous on our lovely, cream bedcovers. My first reaction was not one of delight as I approached the dark grey, winged creature. A moth! A great, big, ugly moth!
Now, I don’t know how you feel about insects, but I am by no means a fan. In fact, I will do anything I possibly can, NOT to have to come into contact with one. Especially one that can take flight.
I knew that tonight would be a different night. The only thing that stood between me and my comfortable bed, was that big, ugly moth sitting right between the pillows. Unfortunatly, my kninght in shining armour was out doing a night shift at the Royal Preston, so there was only going to be one hero in this story and that was going to be me… or the moth.
Courageously I walked over to the bed and in a quick swoop, I picked up the nasty little thing. Using all my mental energy to NOT focus on the creepy, fluttering movements in my hand, I jumped towards the window, flung it open and shut within a record breaking quarter of a second. There it was… on the other side of the window. I could feel it glaring at me as it came to terms with the fact that it was not in my comfortable, warm bed anymore. It was outside. In the cold. Where it belongs!
I looked down at my hand and saw the mucky smudges my little enemy left behind on my hand. After I did my little dance of cringe-fit, I walked into the on-suite to wash my hands. This is when I heard the gentle tap of the Father on my shoulder. It was a teachable moment. This is what I heard Him say:
- When a thought comes fluttering into your head, identify it. Is it a moth (full of darkness and filth)? Or is it a butterlfy (full of life, pure and good)? 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. Philippians 4:8 NIV
- Deal with the thought immediately. Just like the action you took tonight, grab hold of that moth immediately and throw it out! It does not belong in your head. Deal with it as soon as you see it.
We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.
2 Corintians 10:5 NIV
- Just like the moth, bad thoughts may leave residue, so make sure to wash your hands with the Word.
Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word (Ephesians 5:24-25), when we are stuck in negative thought-patterns , it may well be time to sit down with the word and allow the Holy Spirit to wash away that mothy-thinking-residue.
Reading these words in my journal reminded me of a truth that I desperately need at the minute. With all the negative news we are hearing each day, it has been difficult to keep my focus on what is true, pure, lovely and good. I realise that I have been leaving the window wide open for the moths to come in and make themselves comfortable. But it is time for them to go.
If it’s not a butterfly, it has to leave the building!
Make this your declaration:
I have the power and authority to take down every thought that is not lining up with God’s Word. Every day, I choose to fill my mind with thoughts of love, faith, peace and joy.
Thank you for reminding us that we do not have to think whatever pops into our minds. You have given us the authority and the power to choose our thoughts. We choose to have thoughts that are pure, good, full of life and peace. Thank you Holy Spirit for making us sensitive to your Truth. Encourage us daily and remind us to think and speak thoughts of life.
Today, I hear the Father say: “Brilliant Child! You are so wonderful. So precious in my sight. My plans for you will never change, they are always full of hope, peace and prosperity. They are to bless you and give you the desires of your heart. As you delight yourself in me, you open your heart to receive every promise that I have spoken over your life. Open your heart to my faithfulness. Open your heart to my relentless love for you. It will make your dreams come true. The dreams that I have given to you, even before you were born.” ❤