The truth of mind: I come to wrong conclusions.
All the time, I attempt to derive reasoning from conclusions about my mental state, but it's basically always
wrong.
I want to give up this endeavor. When I "feel worse" than the day before, and my mind begins to formulate why,
when it enters paranoia and obsesses over what happened and what went wrong, then I stop!
Let's just not. Because I'm going to be wrong, so in that moment I put my trust in the Holy Spirit that He knows
my design and can help me above and beyond what I could ever ask or imagine.
I don't want to take the battle into my own hands, into my own control. The battle belongs to the Lord! And in
this the children of God find peace.
Glory to God in the highest!
How many times have I told my brother: "I realized I was doing y because of x", how many times have I found the
thing that was supposed to fix my life? Too many!
Perhaps the ultimate, "final fix" of my life is precisely the antithesis of all the fixes I attempted before: I
am not capable of fixing my life, of understanding the root of my everything, at least not by myself! I tried a
lot and it didn't work! So, I trust in the Lord, I hand the situation over to the Holy Spirit, I rest in the
Father, who knit me together in my mother's womb!