March 22, 2012
Old Wounds
As I get older there are a few places on my hands and arms that are now
showing up as scars. I don’t always remember how I got those wounds, but I can
vaguely remember as a child picking at the rough scab and pulling it off before
the wound was healed. When I was young in faith I’m fairly certain that I did
something similar in my spiritual walk. No doubt some of my spiritual scars are
of my own making because I kept pulling off the scabs before I was healed.
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Gail;
-----When my course was mostly dealing with my manic-depression, I quickly discovered the nature and effect of rumination. It didn’t matter if it was something embarrassing I had done, or some sinful way I was being, or some idiotic choice I continued to fall over, I ran them all through my mind over, and over, and over, and over until it was near to driving me nuts. Something had to break! And it was the ruminating patterns I insisted. I ended them by law. Well, kind of a little law anyway. I made it a mental rule that I could run a problematic situation through my mind as many times as I had any new information plus once more for good memory, and that was all. Period! No exceptions! (Gee. Maybe it was a law.) If I needed to think about a problematic situation without having any new information through which to further approach a solution, then thinking about my latest tentative conclusion of the matter would have to do. That way I was no longer passing all of the situation’s previously known aspects back and forth across my mind merely generating emotional electricity from them like waving a steel wire around in a magnetic field. I required myself to spend my mind’s insistence to ruminate an unresolved issue upon fitting and refitting its tentative conclusions into new mental surroundings. From that I would either stumble upon its right fit or find more clues for improving the conclusion. This removed the crankshaft from the engine of my manic-depression. So to speak, I stopped picking scabs and started dressing wounds. Thank God for His Word that showed me this trick, it worked wonders.
Love you all,
Steve Corey
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