Take every thought captive to obey God.
~2 Corinthians 10:5
It was a particularly challenging afternoon and I started going down the list of worries I’d been brewing in my mind. About halfway down the list, God rested His hand on my shoulder and said, “You may want to consider being a cowgirl.
“I’m sorry. What?”
“A cowgirl,” He said again.
“Why on earth would I want to be a cowgirl?” I asked. My voice was a bit snappish.
God patted my shoulder. “Take a breath then exhale slowly. That will help you return you to center. Then imagine yourself lassoing those wild thoughts of yours, you know, the ones that are stampeding all over your serenity, and bring them back into the fold.”
“Oh. I get it,” I said. “That’s sorta cute, God.”
“Thanks, I do my best. Look, the way I see it, your negative thoughts are either going to take you captive, or you’re going to take them captive,” He said slowly, doing His best Sam Elliot impression.
I smiled. “You’re right. My thoughts were getting the best of me.”
“Rope em,” He said as He pretended to twirl a lasso over His head.
I laughed. “Okay. Okay. I’ll get control over them right now.”
“Good. Think something positive,” God suggested.
“I’ll think about how grateful I am that you love me enough to want to help me guide my thoughts.”
“That’s a good start there, Cowpoke,” He said and He tossed His imaginary lasso over my head.
“You got me, Partner,” I said and leaned in toward Him.
“Yup. You’re mine alright,” He said with a smile. I stopped going down my list of worries and decided instead to think about all of my blessings. I rode high in the saddle the rest of the day.