When I was a kid my mom would let me take the manually operated egg beater to the eggs she put in a bowl. I would grind that handle as fast as I could. Once it had turned into a yellow mixture, Mom would take it away from me, pour the goo into a frying pan and fry it up.
It doesn’t take much to scramble my brain into a gooey mess. Sometimes the more I think on things the more I mess up my mind.
I boggled my brain this morning when I thought of holding the hand of the God that lives inside of me. God blesses me with the Light of His presence, yet I am a light. He is my friend and my Father. He is in me and I am in Him. He is the God of time and so is the eternal present tense. And so on, etc, etc,…
At times, Mom would separate the yolk from the clear slimy stuff – but not if it has been blended together. She couldn’t unscramble the egg mixture. Once God entered my heart and life, it can never be undone. We are so intertwined it is an impossibility.
The more I think on God, the more my brain is boggled…and comforted. That muddles my mind, too.
Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost – Romans 15:13.