Psalm 103, 94, 139
"The Lord, knows the thoughts of man, that they are but a breath(Psalm 94:11)."
Due to my manic depression, I have a problem referred to as Rapid Thoughts. It's when your mind goes a mile a minute, your head filling with ideas(both good and bad and sometimes disturbingly sick), memories, and, the thing that gives Rapid Thoughts its name, an occassional endlessly repeating thought, often a quotation or a sound or idea that intrudes in your conscious mind like a jackhammer, drowning everything out and refusing to go away.
It is a compulsive habit of mine to write a number of these rapid thoughts down. Not everything, but for quite some time I've made computer files and filled up sheets of paper writing down these ideas, story ideas, and memories. I worried about losing them, of someone else getting the idea first, and being a daydreamer like my dad and not doing anything with my ideas. So I compulsively wrote them down, no matter how stupid the idea was. Then they'd just sit there and I'd never read them again. Recently I've accidentally deleted a huge number of them, but it's not a big loss, for one very good reason.
My thoughts are a dime a dozen. Like sand. Not especially useful. In the verses above, the psalmist shows us that the thoughts of God are what really matter. Our thoughts are like breath. They pass. The most beautiful thing the psalmist has said about this is in Psalm 139:17-18. How precious are the thoughts of God. Unlike my useless `laundry lists' I've been filling my computer with, God's thoughts always have a purpose and direction. God's ideas also last forever, unlike my cheesey stories and fiction that will more than likely languish in obscurity. But when I or you catch on to one of God's thoughts, man, that's something to hold on to and never let go of.
Dear Father in heaven, thank you for your wonderful and eternal thoughts. Amen.