Getting Underneath Our Thoughts During the Pandemic

I got this tattoo last summer while in the midst of one of the hardest struggles I’ve ever faced in my life. While the circumstances aren’t something I’m ready to share at this point, I do want to explain why I had these words inked on my skin because the message applies to all of us during these trying times.

The scenario that caused my suffering was unexpected and totally out of my control. I couldn’t change what happened and just had to take the emotional beat down for what it was. Not unlike the pandemic we are experiencing.

But, after a month of being unable to function, breathe, or manage the turmoil inside me, I realized that what happened wasn’t going to take me out. It was my ‘thoughts about what happened’ that were killing me slowly. I knew that if I didn’t get a grip on the storytelling going on in my mind, I was in deep trouble.

You see, our bodies don’t know the difference between what’s actually going on in front of us and what we are thinking about. We will respond the same physically whether the event is happening in real-time or we are playing it out in our mind. Sweaty palms, heavy chest, anxious gut are just a few flight or fight reactions we can have even if we are just imagining a scenario.

So, I was putting myself through a living hell every time I took up residence in my head. All the ruminating about what happened, the stinking thinking, was destroying me physically—even though the circumstances that caused my suffering were over and done with. Every time I chose to play things out in my mind, I relived the original trauma and paid the consequence.

I knew I needed to get underneath the noise in my head and “embrace stillness” if I was going to survive and make it through to the other side of my ordeal. I had to turn off the narratives and get quiet so the only voice I heard was God’s gentle and loving whisper. And since I was having a hard time doing this, I chose to literally embody the message on my skin to help me along, and it worked.

Mommas,
I got this tattoo last summer while in the midst of one of the hardest struggles I’ve ever faced in my life….

Posted by Shelby Spear, finding Grace in the mishmash on Sunday, April 26, 2020

The practice of embracing stillness saved me.

To be honest, it’s what is saving me now.

I’m a praying person. I believe in miracles. God has done more than enough to prove to me over the years that he’s always with us, working out our struggles and sitting with us in our pain. But I needed more than professed faith and trust and surrender to get me through last summer. To be honest, I’ve needed more than that many times in my life with other traumatic scenarios.


Shelby Spearhttp://shelbyspear.com/
Shelby is a sappy soul whisperer, sarcasm aficionado, and pro-LOVE, Jesus adoring mom of 3 Millennials writing stuff & doing life with her hubby of 25 years. You can read her stories on her blog at shelbyspear.com, around the web, and in print at Guideposts. Shelby's new book, co-authored with Lisa Leshaw, is now available: How Are You Feeling, Momma? (You don't need to say, "I'm fine.")

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