Ponderings for Today ~

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“Casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ.” (2 Corinthians 10:5)
What we think about when we are free to think about what we will —  that is what we are or will soon become ….
Anyone who wishes to check on his or her true spiritual condition may do so by noting what his or her voluntary thoughts have been over the last few hours or even days ….
What have we thought about when free to think of whatever we pleased? Toward what has our inner heart turned when it was free to turn where it would? I thought of the poem “I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings” this morning. When the bird of thought was let go — did it fly out like the raven to settle upon floating carcasses of dry bones and dead memories, or did it like the dove circle and return again to the ark of God for rest? Such a test is easy to run, and if we are honest with ourselves, we can discover not only what we are, but what we are going to become. We’ll soon be the sum of our voluntary thoughts ….
The best way to control our thoughts is to offer the mind to God in complete surrender. The Holy Spirit will accept it and take control of it immediately. Then it will be relatively easy to think on spiritual things, especially if we train our thought by long periods of daily prayer. Long practice in the art of mental prayer (that is, talking to God inwardly as we work or travel) will help to form the habit of holy thought. It is possible to pray without ceasing, to pray continually, and to meditate upon the Word, throughout day and night …..
Oh, Lord, You know the constant struggle so many of us have with our thought life. You know how often our thoughts do indeed settle on rotten carcasses. Take control of my thoughts today, and move me along in the development of the habit of holy thought. Amen …..
      “Caged Bird”
    ~ Maya Angelou ~
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands
on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts
on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
and so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom …..
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Published by: A ~ Rambling ~ Zealot ~

Saved, sanctified, and Spirit filled; I'm an on- fire, tongue-talkin' Holy Ghost dynamo! I am Your kindling my Lord ... lay me across Your alter; that Your fire may consume me and burn so brightly that all who see me may see YOU!!! .. May You be glorified in everything I say, do, or post ....

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