I think they are exciting.
I imagine them stretching on and on with no regard for the puny limitations I put around my abilities. I imagine they are full of pride about the masterpiece of complexity that I am. How I force myself up from one pit after another.
These thoughts must be funny and that is why I laugh a lot. The thoughts are surely melodic, running against a background of electric guitar.
What are His thoughts about my love life? Is He at the edge of his seat, waiting for that day when I meet this person whose heart will open wide to receive me, lead with me, and let me rest?
What does He think of my health? Does He clap when He notices that I am now listening to what my body is saying, that slowly I am learning how to respond to it and smile when I hear its relieved sigh?
I hear His thoughts sometimes. In the dark, sitting on the couch by myself, after I am done ruminating over what she said and he said and what I should really have said. He reminds me of the path He is leading me on, the one only He can see. He lets me in on the direction He is taking me.
It’s not as black and white as I would like it to be but because it is Him leading, I am able to smile and rest. In peace. His thoughts for me are peaceful. They must be.
Because every time the fear and resentment come rushing back in, I remember that His thoughts include even this, and He has already figured out how I will deal with the tough place I am in.
He has already made a way out, a way through, and a way where there is actually no way. So every day I learn to trust His thoughts towards me.
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11, NKJV.