Someone once made a comment to me that they needed to get beyond the noise in their head. At the time, I thought it an odd statement. We deal with noise pollution around us all the time, obviously, but I had no idea what mental noise could be.
Being the curious sort, I decided to experiment on myself. I began to listen. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be hearing, and with all the thoughts that were being flung around by my pinball machine brain, I didn’t think I’d be able to distinguish the noise behind all that activity anyway.
Until it dawned on me that the continuous bouncing around going on in there was the noise.
Light bulb moment.
Having arrived in this world equipped with a rather active imagination, I had never thought to question the overflow of this attribute: ideas, vivid memories, snippets of conversations, stories, nightmares, arguments with myself, etc. I could go on, but the point I want to make is that the deluge never stops. Ever.
I had to find a way to get beyond the noise, just as my friend had stated so many years ago. I had to seek that place of peace where I could close the door on the noise and hear the voice of the Father.
I was reminded of Isaiah 26:3, which says, “You will keep him (her) in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he (she) trusts in You.” Did I trust in God? Of course, I did. Was I keeping my mind stayed on Him? Uh . . . not so much. According to this bit of scripture, all I had to do was keep my mind on my Father God, if for no other reason than that I trusted Him.
Quite simple, really.
I found that I was able to get beyond the noise in my brain when I focused on Him – the Almighty God. He truly is my refuge when the racket seems too much to bear. Through the storms and troubles and joys and busy-ness of life, He is always there, holding out His hand, waiting for me to grab hold. And He doesn’t let go.
HE is beyond the noise.
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