While coming home after dropping my granddaughter off at her house, I was sitting behind a car with a bumper sticker on the back that read: “Don’t believe everything you think.” Most of us would have read that quickly as, “Don’t believe everything you read,” or “Don’t believe everything you hear,” before realizing it wasn’t what we expected. I read it again to make sure I had read it correctly.
Don’t believe everything you think. That got me thinking…
How often do we listen to the small, condemning voice(s) in our heads, eventually believing that we are of little worth, hopeless, without purpose and on and on the recordings go, starting over again once they’ve stopped.
Many of us are expert at focusing on our negative qualities. We can all too often see ourselves as worthless, serving no purpose on earth, wandering aimlessly around and wondering what we are doing here.
Perhaps we were abused in some way, to some capacity and we were left to feel ashamed. Perhaps in our childhood there existed no examples of unconditional love and the love we did receive, we had to earn. Perhaps, we just never learned to listen to the truth.
I once read that it takes at least seven acts/words of praise to cover one act/word of condemnation. Hurtful words, untruths—they hurt. Whether they come from someone else’s mouth or from our own head—they destroy. Whether they are true or not, we tend to dwell on them and dwelling on the negative ones, the lies, the condemnations—these are often what we tend to veer toward first.
We sometimes can’t do anything about the words another person else chooses to use, but we can do something about the words we think about. We can begin to fill our minds with that which is good and pure, moral and righteous… these are the things upon which our minds should be dwelling—not the “I can’t do anything right,” or “Everything I touch turns to a mess,” or the “I’ll never be any good at anything or for anyone” tapes that rewind over and over again in our mind of muddled thinking.
So, like that bumper sticker suggests–don’t believe everything you think. It very well may not be the truth.
The other day I heard a new song by Matt Redman and the only part I recall is one line: “The more I sing, the more I love you.”