I'm linking up for the first time at the One Word at a Time blog carnival with Peter Pollock. I'm not sure this will even make sense considering most of what I have written are rambling thoughts from the past day or so.
We play games with ourselves. In our minds at least. Or maybe we allow someone else to play games with our minds.
I've been there. It's easy to allow those thoughts to take over. Doubts creep in and you wonder why things aren't different. The "if onlys" start. The loneliness sets in. You wonder if you'll ever have friends that can truly identify with you. I think these feelings are magnified for creatives who often feel misunderstood. Creatives are often blessed with hyper sensitive spirits. At times it feels like a curse.
You give and give and give until you are just sick of pouring out. Sick of listening. Yes even sick of caring. Drained. If others do try to pour into you it’s difficult to hear the positives. Instead you hear everything you’re doing wrong. How you're failing.
Thankfully God sends another voice to battle the game the negatives like to play if we will only listen. Reminding us we do not need the approval of others. Wrapping us in His grace.
Oh the games those little voices play on the battlefield of our minds. Yet I'm beginning to believe we should guardedly listen. Is there a lesson to be learned? And which games in life are worth playing? We must listen carefully for the one voice that matters. For the only voice that matters in the games played in our minds.
It's when we recognize that voice we know: which games we are supposed to play and from which ones we need to walk away.