That Kitchen Floor.
I remember when it was normal for me to follow whatever thoughts came into my mind. I lived in a static state of fear - and honestly, so much had happened in my life that was threatening mentally, emotionally, and physically that it was hard to think positively and live above it.
I did my best to maintain a positive outlook and I kept praying. But there were days where I would lie on my face on the kitchen floor in tears.
God's help would come when I would pray and especially when I would sing. Old hymns I'd learned as a child like "The Solid Rock" or "Great Is Thy Faithfulness" and "What A Friend We Have in Jesus."
The words would slowly drip into my mind and as they saturated my thoughts and rolled off my lips, my focus would return to God and my heart would begin to feel His peace.
It was in that kitchen that I first became aware of choosing my thoughts and the difference it would make.