Happy are those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, or take the path that sinners tread, or sit in the seat of scoffers;
but their delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law they meditate day and night.
They are like trees planted by streams of water, which yield their fruit in its season, and their leaves do not wither. In all that they do, they prosper.
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I have always heard that at least 70% of our internal speak - the thoughts in our heads - is negative. It is a toxic swill of judgment, prejudice, criticism, despair, and distrust. It is focused on others and it chews at our own souls. I have no idea how anyone determines a percentage, but I leave that to brighter minds than mine. I do testify that it sounds true. The poisonous puke that stirs its acid bath while I am trying to be a proverbial tree planted by streams of water is a daily reality. But the battle is joined. I have met the wicked, the sinner and the scoffer and it thrives in my cerebral caldron of criticism. And then there is the law - this law that says LOVE - think about it day and night, delight in it, drink it up. It has the power to dilute, absorb, or render the poison harmless. Love heals. Love fosters growth. Love produces sweet things. It does not happen without struggle. But it does happen.
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Holy God, you are the best thought by day or by night. Amen.