Did you know the odd/gross/interesting fact that cows have four stomachs? Everything they eat gets chewed on for a while and then swallowed into their first stomach. It then gets thrown back up and chewed on some more (who wouldn't want to chew on their own throw up?), only to be swallowed into the second stomach. The cycle continues to repeat itself until the food has made its entire digestive journey. As stomach churning (no pun intended) as this visual may be, there is nothing else that more accurately describes my thoughts lately. I find myself figuratively "chewing" on an idea or realization and can't stop thinking about it all day. Then I forget about it for a little while and go about my life, but then it comes back to my mind again looking a bit different then before. I allow it to be forgotten again, and then lo and behold, it creeps back up needing to be "chewed" on some more.
This act of revisiting, mulling over, pondering again and again must be what meditating looks like. Not the yoga pose where you find your happy place kind of meditating. Instead a still (digesting) pose allowing a theme of your heart that has been chasing you to nestle with you for bit longer. Running and eating is never a good idea.
Looking in my draft box of unpublished blog posts, it is then that I see them. The cow stomachs just glaring back at me. I witnessed my own digestion of thought as three posts lay unfinished without any complete thought. What began with me observing how the seasons change, suddenly became processed through my mind over and over and over about topics from God's provision, to surrendering, to mercies new every morning, to sanctification, and the list goes on. Each was like a different chamber, sectioned off to mull over the topic in a new way but from the same origin.
I don't want to make this post extremely long, so I'll take you through the "stomach chambers" in other updates. Just by noticing the seasons has directed my thoughts in so many ways, I'm curious if there is more He wants to show me.
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