Tag Archives: Negative Thoughts

I Want to Exchange These, Please

My brilliant idea……..

have a negative thought, place a penny in a jar, a tangible representation of how many times I put myself down…..

Ouch!

Look at those thoughts!

16

I ran my finger across the cool metal.  Why must I be this hard on myself?

Beloved…..

God whispers.  Nudges.

A flashback to my teaching days.  I had a particular student who enjoyed insulting  students.  For a positive exercises, my students wrote down every insult they could think of and then we had to write a compliment for each.  The said student had a rather tough time thinking of compliments.

I had to do the same.

Beloved……

God whispers. Nudges.

I opened my journal. Numbered my page 1-16 and tapped my pen.  God, you’re gonna have to help me.

Painstakingly words flowed.  Half way down the page…. I heard…. You’re insane, you know that…..

The number 17 was written without hesitation.  I wasn’t even going to acknowledge that thought.  I wasn’t even going to allow it to stop the Holy Spirit flow of compliments.

Warmth spread within me….. I just returned my negative thoughts…..a refund in a sort….. an exchange

I am embracing what God intends for me to see….. I am His…….

God bless……..

A Penny for Your Thoughts

Stupid.

Failure.

Idiot.

Rotten.

Ugly.

Fat.

Loser.

Words that float in my head.  Embedded insults to myself.  There is no use in denying the truth.  I believe those words.

Heavy words weighing me down spiritually, emotionally, and even physically.  Words I hate, yet yield to them, always.

God’s truths are to be heard.

Accepted!

Adopted!

Loved!

Beautiful!

Lovely!

Pure!

Saved!

I thought I would turn those negative thoughts into something tangible and good.

My grandmother would often hand me a penny and offer, “A penny for your thoughts.”  She knew I needed to talk…. unload. I would take that penny and spill my guts.

A penny for your thoughts…….

Each time I think something negative about myself, I will put a penny in a jar.  I will give those pennies to my son’s Sunday school class.  They are raising money for the 30 Hour Famine.

So far, this morning, I’ve added two cents to the jar.  I will have a visual representation of how many times I tell myself something negative.  The truth may be hard to swallow….. Ahem.

Embrace.  Give. Love. Serve.