imagination

Something that has been a constant ponder for me over the last few weeks is the topic of imagination. This is an oddity firstly because thoughts normally hover above me while I live below them, wishing them to land on me, and secondly because thoughts normally disappear rather rapidly after I have thought them and seldom land on me again anytime soon.

This has not been the case with this thought.

Imagination. Power of the mind. The powerhouse of the brain. The creative stimulant that gives meaning to the black and gray of reality. Without the imagination, marketers would be jobless. And the mental experience of living would be capped from both ends. Here's what I mean: My strongest emotions are born in my mind. My strongest desires are housed there. My dreams and longings find their home in my mind where the imagination takes them, and meticulously reworks them into something that I cannot ignore.

It's my imagination that keeps me up at night.

Satan knows this quite well and that is why he attacks our imagination:
- Possibly the most obvious... "Don't you want to...." or "Wouldn't it be nice if...." or "Imagine if you could..."
- Envy... "Imagine you were him..." "Imagine you had what he had..."
- Greed... the art of imagining you had what you want...
i think the list goes on (and because no one reads a long blog, i think i will stop right there)

It's sin that appeals to our imagination. It's lust that takes my mind to the cliff where I imagine myself flying free as a bird into the open sky only to find that Lust never gave me wings. He only promised me I could fly.

So you would think that if sin can meet us in our power to dream, maybe God will meet us in our power to think and fight on a separate battlefield? No way! God speaks to the powerhouse of a humans' self-influence. God speaks imagination. He speaks it best.

I remember the day I was found by God. I remember they joy of being hand-picked... it was 7 years ago now. But i remember knowing in an instant that I can change this world for him. I remember my mind coming alive and i remember not being able to sleep... so aware was I that God was birthing something deep inside me. My imagination kept me awake that night and it has not let me forget. Even as I remember this my imagination comes alive. It longs. It dreams.

The coldness of my darkest spiritual hours can be made warm with the memories of Him.

"Lift up your eyes on high, and behold who hath created these things." Isaiah 40:26

God must own your minds, otherwise the Devil will. The power of your imagination will always work... either for you, or against.