On the way to school yesterday, seven-year-old BabyThing pondered, “Wouldn’t it be cool if we could hook a machine up to an unconscious person’s head that could read their thoughts? Then we’d know what they were thinking even though they couldn’t tell us!”
Immediately, two brothers answered that it would not be cool. At. All. Which, of course, made me wonder what they’d been thinking about that they wouldn’t want a machine to reveal to the world!
Then ThingThree, newly 12, said, “That could be so embarrassing! I mean, what if it was a teenage boy!” I sort of held my breath waiting for him to finish. “And he was thinking about something like PONIES! How embarrassing!”
Whew! Huge exhale! That’s not how I expected that conversation to go. Wasn’t at all expecting anything about PONIES. But, yes, it would be embarrassing for a teenage boy to be thinking about ponies and for all the world to know it.
That whole conversation reminded me of a verse in the Psalms — May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer. — Psalm 19:14
Honestly, I’d pretty much want to crawl under a rock and die if there were a machine attached to my head, showing everyone what I’m thinking. Sorry, BabyThing, but your invention idea is just about the worst idea ever. It’s almost as bad an idea as making a woman put her weight on her driver’s license!
But your lame invention concept does stir up my heart. I do want the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart to please God. Even though I fail so often with thoughts that are MUCH more embarrassing than ponies, I do desire to have fewer thoughts from my Jenn-nature and more thoughts from my New-nature, more thoughts coming from the Jesus-in-me.
So, today, I am thankful for grace. I’m thankful that God is patient with me and all the words and meditations and thoughts that aren’t really honoring to Him at all. I’m thankful for His kindness and forgiveness. Thankful that He knows me and all my weaknesses and He is gradually, gently changing me from the inside-out, one word and thought at a time.
I’m also extremely thankful nobody has jumped on BabyThing’s awful invention idea. I mean, I might be thinking about something horribly embarrassing – like ponies!