‘We live in a house made of thoughts’, I wrote down, thinking it profound.
Then I had an experience that made me discard all that nonsense.
I used to think that my thoughts were me. No more!
Thoughts of worry, fear, doubt, all of that nonsense, it’s just noise. Like the buzzing of bees or a dinner party I can’t wait to leave.
I retreat into a quiet room inside myself and shut the door.
I look around. Papa, Jesus, and Holy Spirit are there. Nothing else that I could see at that moment.
What else is there?
As I look, I discover a palace inside. The noisy room that I thought was inside me, is instead outside.
I begin to explore the palace. The chandeliers especially fascinate me—I’ve always liked chandeliers.
It reminds me of a dream I had once: a hidden warehouse I found behind a garbage dumpster. Racks and shelves full of ‘hidden treasure’ to be discovered.
Now I know that the garbage has been dealt with, and that this palace has been made from those materials.
No one else can go here. This is my mansion, my retreat, my paradise within.
How did I find this palace?
I learned to abide in Christ.
I learned about the mind of Christ, how he thinks.
The mind of Christ is a calm, sound, well-balanced mind full of peace and joy.
When thoughts buzz around my head, when bad dreams bother me, I remember: those thoughts, those memories, those are not me.
The real me rejoices inside. The Trinity rejoices in me. The peace is inside. I forget about the noise and abide in Christ.
I wish I could lead you to your own internal palace. Maybe I will spend the rest of my life helping lead others to theirs.