When I was a kid, I did my best thinking, sitting on the curb. I don't know why but there was something about watching an ant carrying a piece of a leaf down the street or watching the water rush to the gutter. It mesmerized me and put me in a state of collecting my thoughts.
I didn't realize that at 6 years old, I didn't have much to really worry or think about. I mean, I didn't have clothes bulging out of my closet or every toy I wished for, but I was content, loved and happy. Because I was happy though, I decided that my thinking wasn't going to be wasted on just me, that I was going to think until I came up with solutions to save starving children and to find homes for orphans and to find a house for every animal that didn't have a home. I would sit on that curb and think of a solution. I didn't always think alone either. My twin sister would also think with me. Together, we would think separately, and then together. One of us would burst out with an idea and the other would form the idea into an even bigger idea until we both felt so powerful by the thought that we'd rush to make it happen.
One day, we decided to become entrepreneurs. We didn't quite know what it would take but we knew that we could be successful. We got tangled costume jewelry from an uncle that managed a drugstore. It was going to be tossed so we decided to turn that junk into profits. First, we untangled and fixed the junk, I mean, treasures. Then, we decided to advertise and get the word out.
Unfortunately, we lived on a cul-de-sac so we decided to scope out the prime spot to hang up our sign. The house at the corner of the street had a tree that faced the street. We just knew that it would be prime advertising. So, we got a nail, a hammer and our "Jewlry (sic) for sale" sign and walked to the house. Bam, bam! We hammered the sign. Stood back and looked at our craftsmanship and then went back home to wait for the customers to line up in our yard.
Needless to say, we didn't make millions. In fact, we probably had only about 5 customers (all of them sisters from one house) until we were busted for nailing the sign on our neighbor's tree. I guess we didn't think that our neighbor would mind us borrowing her tree. Wrong!
That's what's wrong with stinkin' thinkin'.
Zig Ziglar says, "We all need a daily check up from the neck up to avoid stinkin 'thinkin' which ultimately leads to hardening of the attitudes."
We had the right attitude but we didn't check from the neck up to see if our thinkin' was foolproof.
I'm in a season of thinking. It's like a restlessness in my soul that pulls me away to sit on the curb and think. Although, I no longer sit on the curb, figuratively speaking, I sit on the curb even when I'm laying in bed at night or baking cookies or driving without music playing on the radio. In my thinking, I'm not thinking alone. I feel God saying, "Aha! You finally figured that one out!" or "Keep on thinking, you're getting pretty close to figuring this one out." Then, there are those times when I think and put pieces together and they fit and I feel the elation of completion.
Where do you do your best thinking?
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