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Inviting Jesus Into Your Inner Monologue

By on January 31, 2017 in Faith with 2 Comments

I’ve been inviting Jesus into my inner monologue.

“Be careful how you think; no one is in your head more than you are.” I heard this in college and it is TRUTH! We are thinking all day every day – Is this shirt too tight? Oh, she’s here. Play it cool, she can’t know your feelings are hurt.  What do I want for lunch later? Did I reply to that email? Is this shirt too big? Etc.

We take in info, process it, judge it/enjoy it/dismiss it/all the feelings continually. Our inner monologue might be funny or harmful or helpful, but it is never…silent.

There has never been anything in my life so out of my control as parenting. Some parents realize this when their kids are different ages – walking, talking, going to school, etc. Some of us realize it during our pregnancies.

When I was about 8 weeks pregnant with Eva, I started showing every sign of miscarriage. I wept. “Please God not again. This happened last year. We literally sold or gave away almost everything we have and are moving to NYC next week. Please no.” I am not sure I left my bed much for two days. I was nauseated, sleeping, crying and reading Psalms. My doctor told me to come in. I did and everything was fine.

I felt the weight and reality of not being able to do more to make sure everything would be ok. I couldn’t study and read more in my pregnancy book, eat correctly, avoid even the sight of deli meat, etc. I had to pray and depend on and trust Jesus. Seeing is easy. Trusting takes practice and effort.

Fast forward. We had now been in NYC doing Bible studies at Columbia University and NYU for almost seven months. I was HUGE, which was surprising because I walked several miles every day. One of my favorite Japanese students was performing in Carnegie Hall and gave me two tickets. I took a friend and hopped on the Subway (Kyle, my hubby was in a Bible study).

We began to cross the street and a large truck ran a red light and hit my friend and I knocking us down in the street. Immediately, a man grabbed my arms and helped me up. In pure NYC fashion, he began yelling at the guy, “You could’ve killed someone. Get out of the car!” It spooked the man and he sped off. I was stunned, with banged-up, bloody legs and just standing with my friend on the side of the road.

“Should I call an ambulance??”

“No, my hospital I’m delivering in is about 5 blocks away. Let’s just start walking and I’ll call Kyle on the walk.”

I walked up to the front desk, sobbing at this point: “A car hit me. I take Lamaze here. I’m scared.” They put me in a wheelchair and whisked me upstairs. Kyle arrived shortly after, and we watched the fetal monitor for 8 hours while no one could tell me if our daughter would be ok. “Please calm down ma’am. When your heart rate lowers we can give more answers.”

I was 35 weeks pregnant and hysterical.

Every Scripture I had ever memorized flooded my mind. Fear flooded my heart at the same time. Both were equally strong. Often I would just lean my head back and ask Kyle just to pray for me. It was a terrifying and holy moment as I knew God was hearing every real thought and inner monologue.

They sent us home saying, “If you have abdominal cramping immediately come back. We can’t tell you anything definite about the baby.” There are no words to describe that cab ride home.

My legs healed. After about a week I could walk again without severe pain. Less than three weeks later I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl ever.

My heart also healed.

The fear and sorrow went away. I made the habit of praying for my kids daily when we started trying to get pregnant. Now, with the reality of this being SO out of my control, I began praying several times a day. I also just talked to the Lord.

I know prayer is talking to the Lord, but hear me out: As I was walking down the street, I wouldn’t just inner monologue: “I can’t believe that happened…Oh, a crosswalk. I can’t… What if someone runs a red light again? I am putting Uber on my phone… I need a bagel.” TURNED INTO: “Lord, I know you were there with me. I can’t believe that happened… Oh, a crosswalk. I can’t… You’re here with me. I live here. You have to help me figure this out… I have to walk. Calm me. I breathe in peace and breathe out fear…. Can you start putting on Kyle’s heart to find money in the budget for Uber? I am like 37 weeks pregnant.”

Jesus already knows my thoughts. I choose to invite Him into the conversation in my head. So many times I view prayer has something that has to happen in a quiet place, free of distractions with my eyes closed.

Simply changing, “I can’t believe that happened” to “Lord, I can’t believe that happened” changes a flippant thought to a moment I invite my God to walk with me. Prayer is crying out to God in the big things and also just acknowledging His presence continually in our hearts and minds – eyes open or closed, in a devotional time or in traffic.

I want abiding to be habitual, natural, and supernatural at the same time (Jn 15:4). I pray that this post inspires me to persevere in this and all of us to do the same.

 

 

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About the Author

About the Author: Amy is a 30-something who has deep passion for mentoring and encouraging women of all ages. She travels all over to speak to girls and train small group leaders. She worked in girls ministry at Prestonwood Baptist church for a number of years. You can catch her playing with her cute kids, trying out a new restaurant with her hubby or having people over to her house for dinner. Amy is full of God given wisdom and she's hilarious. She wrote a Table for Two: Doing Life and Savoring Scripture Together, a practical book on Mentoring that you should definitely check out. Amy also graduated with a Master of Arts in Christian Education in Student Ministry from Southwestern Seminary.

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  1. Micah says:

    I really appreciate this article! I so needed this!! My thoughts hace been running rampant believing the opposite and i been combating it with the truth of Gods word….i literally sometimes speak out loud lol….but just to simply invite the lord into my inner monologue totally change’s my approach to this! Thank you for reminding me i have a father who i can go to in not just prayer time but ALL the time!

  2. Kelly in South Africa says:

    So lovely, thank you. A daily reminder for us all!

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