Our Lives Depend on the Kind of Thoughts We Nurture


Elder Thadeus

Last week, while hiking in the Sandia Mountains, my blood sugar fell to really low levels. I would guess it was under 50. I became really shaky and weak and while walking a trail that was full of small rocks, called scree, I fell several times. My feet would shoot out from under me and I fell on my tailbone and lower back. The low blood sugar was caused by eating insufficient carbohydrates before and during the hike. Normally I carry a candy bar with me and some nuts but this day I brought only the nuts.
I was so weak I didn’t know if I could walk out. I had several miles of treacherous switchbacks to go. Making it worse was that I had my dogs with me and I knew that if called for help the ambulance wouldn’t allow me to bring the dogs with me. The dogs would probably end up in the pound. I was unwilling to put them through that experience.
I started to panic as I considered all these dire outcomes. Then I thought of what Elder Thadeus said, “Our life depends on the kind of thoughts we nurture.” My mind instantly cleared as I thought of all God’s promises in his Word. I rememered that he is always with me and the panic left. I was able to continue walking out. Although what should have been an hour and a half walk turned into a very painful 4 hours walk. I kept my head. I told myself that while it was extremely unpleasant to be so weak and fall so often, I could survive it. And I did. I offered my sufferings to Christ and thought about his thirst on the cross. Certainly my ordeal was nothing in comparison.
This experience made me think about having worked with a cognitive therapist in the past. The main idea of cognitive therapy seems intuitive: Thoughts precede emotions. So to heal the emotions change the thoughts. I never understood why this process didn’t seem particularly effective for me. Over time my thoughts got no less negative.
So why was I able to change my thoughts this time where I was unable to in the past using the tools of cognitive therapy? The key seems to be that without God, fear of the world and future events is pretty realistic. Only if there is a God who is intimately involved in my life can I trust that no matter what happens God is with me. Without the knowledge of God’s love and good will toward me changing my thinking is just a form of positive thinking with no basis in reality.
I know that God works all things for the good of those who love him. It isn’t that bad things don’t happen to those who love God but knowing that no matter what happens God will use if for both my good and the good of others is what enables me to push on through. My experience in the woods was different because I knew God was with me.
Where cognitive therapy didn’t help, now I am able to turn my thoughts to the things of God. I turn to his word and to his promises and these change the negative emotions because they are founded in what God has said and promised. I believe it because whenever I trust his word and promises he comes through for me in a way I could never have foreseen. So it is reasonable to trust him because it is not presumption it is relying on his Word.
God has been teaching me that as I think so I will be. If I allow myself to feel defeated or fear the future my life becomes a boiling pot of confusion and I cannot focus my mind. If at the first moments of fear I turn my mind to the things of God then my mind calms down and lets me pray I am able to take a reasonable course of action that God gives to me.

Hiking in New Mexico – Correct Blog Address


Boo Is The Better Hiker

Sorry about the confusion. The addressof my new blog is http://www.newmexicohiking.wordpress.com
I created three blogs before I got this one set up properly. Used the address of one that didn’t work in my posting about the new blog.

A Hiking Meditation on Psalm 63


Oh God, you are my God,

for you I long,

My soul thirsts for you,

my body pines for you,

like a dry weary land without water.

So I gaze on you in your sanctuary

To see your strength and your glory.
 

See what I found in the drought-weary Sandia mountains this morning.

While hiking I saw tiny blossoms in dusty little crags in the  rocks,

Seeking the sun but being seared  by it as well.

Giving hope to all who pass

on the dusty dry trails that

the coolness and quiet still nourishes life.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

For your love is better than life,

My lips shall speak your praise,

So I will bless you all  my life

 In your name I will lift up my hands,

My soul shall be filled as with a banquet,

My mouth shall praise you with joy.

So I find in this dry land

the promise of future springs.

The hope of the monsoon rains

though some years only empty clouds pass on the desert winds.

Next week, the weatherman says we may have rain,

Even a few precious drops can keep

these fragile blooms alive another day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       On my bed I remember you,

On you I muse through the night,

For you have been my help.

In the shadow of your wings I rejoice,

My soul clings to you,

Your right hand holds me fast.