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I can dream of some pretty cool stuff when I want to. I can picture myself winning America’s Got Talent or at least the confetti showering down on me. I can see myself driving down the street behind the wheel of my favorite car. Spending time imagining life without any financial issues sounds good, too. I’ve come up with some funny stuff for skits and some great practical jokes while doing nothing. Daydreams are fun.

At times though, I catch myself having a bad daydream. My mind wanders down “What If Boulevard” where imaginary creatures pounce at me. Worries darken the dreamscape. Problems ambush me. Thoughts of future Parkinson’s negative developments reach out to grab me.

Once I realize what is happening, I slap myself. No, I do not! I do not like pain. I treat myself to a cappuccino – well sometimes I do, but it doesn’t reset my imagination. What I must do is reboot my mind.

I visualize grabbing those bad daydreams and throwing them down to the ground with excessive force. I might even add in a stomp or two. I also picture a high speed chase, doing a pit maneuver to the bad daydream, watch it spin out and then slap handcuffs on it. Busted!

Well, my imagination works! The reality is that I actually have to force myself to turn to Jesus, which requires a genuine act of my will.

Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; – 2 Corinthians 10:5. 

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