Epiphany, of sorts

I find that I often have epiphanies. I realize that the very nature of an epiphany requires that it be somewhat unique in its time period. . . otherwise it wouldn't be all that noticeable. Certainly not noticeable enough to cause the "a-ha" moment.

I think that I have these moments more often than most because I am such a pensive person. I am constantly thinking. . . the brain never shuts down. It's tiring, really, and the constant analysis of my life always makes me feel as if I'm not living anything, but rather simply thinking about living.

Today the epiphany was that you must mix flour with broth before adding it to a chicken pie in order for thickening to occur. Without this important mixing, the flour will simply sit on top of the liquid and never cause any reaction, but just make the pie taste "floury." I read the recipe and I guess it was for a more seasoned chicken pie chef than me. It said to add "1 1/2 cups of chicken broth and a tablespoon of flour" and never mentioned mixing the two. Hmmm. The chicken pie was still delicious, but runny as could be.

Here's where the inevitable application to my life comes in: What good is it to read scripture and pray and attend Bible study and listen to uplifting Christian music if we never "mix" these activities with our daily routine? For me, this is a charge to start laying my thoughts captive to Christ. If I have a truly active mind (and I've already said that I do) then that's where I need to start to get my life on a more Biblically-centered track.

The last thing I want is a "floury" existence with little thickening.