My brothers and me, we got trust issues. Here I am, my 6-year-old gullible self, once more the target of their good-natured, little-sister teasing.
A warm summer evening; the sound of the brothers laughing. I go outside to investigate. Big mistake.
The brothers are shooting bats. Yes, bats—with BB guns. Saturday night entertainment and I find myself the star of the show.
“Watch out! Bats love to fly into little girls’ hair!” Brother 1 yells.
“What?!” My heart begins to race.
“Yeah,” Brother 2 joins in, “They’ll fly into your ratty hair and make a dirty old nest!”
“What?!!” My hand instinctively reaches up to my tangled, uncombed head.
“Duck!” screams Brother 3, and I hit the ground hard.
To this day, I hate bats. I know they are God’s creatures and all, but I still hate bats.
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I re-read the words of Martin Luther,
“You cannot keep birds from flying over your head but you can keep them from building a nest in your hair.”
I’m reminded of the bats.
But, it’s not about bats or birds or any such thing. It’s about negative thoughts. Fearful thoughts. Lying thoughts that cause me to hit the ground hard.
I can’t always prevent a negative thought from entering my mind, but I don’t have to allow it to build a nest in my hair. I have the power to choose what I believe and what I allow in my mind. And that’s a powerful thought.
So when a negative thought flies over head, I count backwards from five. Five, Four, Three, Two, One … and I shoot. Sometimes more than once, but eventually, the thought hits the ground hard, not me.
Love & Peace,
“… and we take captive every thought …” 2 Corinthians 10:5