My family tease me that I repeat myself - I don't know if it's an age thing or a me thing. But (apparently!) I repeat stories. So we're driving in the car and we come to a bend in the road and I say "this hotel is where Sally learnt to swim" or when a funny thing has happened, I tell my little anecdote to lots of different people (but my kids get to hear it each time!)
Picking a song to listen to this afternoon as I made beds, hoovered and dusted (even the dogs looked astonished at such domestic activity!) I returned to this one. It says everything.
I know I've said it before, but Jesus at the Centre of it all is IT, it says EVERYTHING. I know that I can try and cope with difficulties, worries and hurts as I fast forward scenarios and worry about things, or even try to logic things out. I can use up my energy or distract myself for a while in all manner of ways (another piece of hot buttery toast anyone?). But it doesn't work like coming to Jesus works.
I can't figure it all out, but I can sing, declare and pray " from my heart to the heavens, Jesus be the centre".