Soup thickens and oven roasts and timer beeps and my mind is all in a gutter. I glance and read and remember. Whatever. It’s all black and white to me, staring me down in my kitchen. Convicting. Convincing. Comforting.
Whatever is true.
Whatever is noble.
Whatever is right.
Whatever is pure.
Whatever is lovely.
Whatever is admirable.
Think on these things.
It all swirls in my mind. A mind connected to the heart. Mind and heart. Heart and mind. Endlessly intertwined.
For as she thinks in her heart, so she is. I know this well.
My head bows and my heart humbles and my mind remembers and I agree. Whatever matters.
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