I often escape to the laundry room. It’s where I bow out of the momentary chaos and cry to him with the dryer humming in the background. Lovely.
To take my thoughts captive when life happens fast means I purposefully pause. Purposefully. Pause. And then commune.
Unless I diligently stop and run into him, I will internally tear down those I love. I will entertain lies and justify my rights. So I have to pause and press into the Real.
I pace the small room and preach his truths out-loud. Because when my ears hear, my heart is spurred towards belief. His spirit faithfully stirs within and verses I’ve committed to memory spill out like water calming hot coals. You work all things together for the good of those who love you, Father. All things. Even this.
Then from a distance I faintly hear “mama, where are you?” I’m pausing, I silently answer, purposefully. For I need to hear my Lord and see with his vision.
Then with the smell of fabric softener lingering and piles of ready clothes watching, I open the door by faith. Trusting him to fill me. Believing him to empower me. Repeating his word beneath my breath. Knowing him to be grace.
Every. thought. captive. He alone makes it possible.
He reveals those inner thoughts that pass through with silent charm —
the ones that leave us bound and confused.
Then he empowers us to take them captive to truth.
Fill me, Lord…
What does it look like when you purposefully pause? Where do you go?
If this is a new concept, how do you think it could benefit your thought-life if you were to implement it?