Where Does Your Mind Go?

I was a young mother. She was an older woman. Her question was rhetorical, addressed to the whole group. But maybe you’ve had one of those moments where the question addressed to the whole group zings like an arrow right to your own heart.

Where does your mind go . . . when you let it go?

I knew the answer. At that time in my life, the answer was food. Definitely food. The chocolate chips in the cabinet. A little smackerel of something.

At other times in my life, when I’ve let my mind go, it has gone to anxieties. To the long list of things I probably ought to be doing. Even to places that aren’t quite as acceptable as food or anxieties to talk about in polite company.

While I pondered that question and the answers that I knew, I cringed. I so wanted it to be different. “Oh God! When my mind is free, when it’s not occupied with other things in the business of life, I want my mind to naturally run to You!”

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.

My heart and my flesh cry out for the Living God!

When will I come and appear before God?

Oh, my Lord Jesus, You alone are all my righteousness. . . .

Last weekend I had the privilege of returning to our old church in Indiana and seeing that dear lady again. Helen Weirich is now in her eighties.

I had the privilege of giving her a hug and thanking her for speaking the Word like an arrow into my heart, oh so many years ago, of challenging me with a question I’ve never forgotten. A question that caused me to cry out to God and seek a deep changing work of the Spirit.

When your thoughts are free . . . whose slave are they?

I have been made free from sin. Now I am a willing slave of righteousness. Holiness and eternal life are the promised fruit. Amazing truths. Great joy.

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Lesa Wagler
Lesa Wagler
10 years ago

Becky, I agree with your feelings about Helen. I have had the privilege of knowing her for the last 33 year (and counting). She has been a beautiful example of a woman who loves God to me at the times when I really needed it. By the way so have you…

Lesa Wagler