Bad thoughts can’t control me
I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had seen. One afternoon, glancing over a family member’s shoulder, I accidentally glimpsed an image that really disturbed me. I spent the entire evening worrying about it. It was creepy, and I didn’t want to think about it.
For years after I’d seen this disturbing image, the memory of it would trouble me almost every night. I would try my best not to think about it, but it never worked. The more I tried to force the image away, the more persistently it would return.
Then one day, when I was on a trip, I realized something: The disturbing image was not my master. God was in control of me and my thoughts. And since God is only good, good was really all that had power over me. I knew I didn’t have to live in fear of this image anymore.
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