When I was a kid I was in love with attics. They were these secret places that held within them such treasures. That may be why I loved going to the antique store with my grandma so much--to me, it was just a big attic where everything was for sale.
I've noticed that my mind can be that way. Sometimes, things get placed in my mind and end up in the attic, often forgotten. Except, in this case, these are thoughts and ideas and beliefs. If I lose track of them, just like I would lose track of things stored in an attic, that can cause me problems. But I've learned there are ways to explore the attic of my mind so I can rediscover the treasures it holds.
Join me for our Wednesday Evening Service tonight where I'll talk all about the attic of the mind, and how we can open it up to go on our own mental antiquing adventure.
See you soon!
-Russ

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