I Don't Want To Think

The other night, I told one of my friends that I didn’t want to think.

Her response? “Hahahahaha! You don’t want to think?!”

Yes, friends, it’s true: there are times when I don’t want to think.

It’s rare that those times actually occur—because I can turn even a pointless, silly movie or activity into something serious and life-impacting—because I have such vivid dreams that I wake up tired from working all night long—but there are times that I do, indeed, desire not to think.

Right now is one of those moments.

However, I’ve been working on a human exploitation presentation all day, and my mind is, unfortunately, so bombarded with thoughts that it can’t sort through any of them to make enough sense to write a profound note…much less to have a moment of non-thinking.

And so…I will soon leave the office to drive to a fall training event, head full of thoughts, body in a rental Mazda that has a key with a button to make the metal part pop out, and to-do list marked off: Deanna Note (done).

Writing every Monday and Thursday is both a blessing and a curse. Yet it is a discipline that I am glad to have started. And even though I’m not a man, or an elder, or an overseer, I find comfort in these words today…and a challenge to be so much more than I am:


Since an overseer manages God’s household, he must be blameless—not overbearing, not quick-tempered, not given to drunkenness, not violent, not pursuing dishonest gain. Rather, he must be hospitable, one who loves what is good, who is self-controlled, upright, holy and disciplined. He must hold firmly to the trustworthy message as it has been taught, so that he can encourage others by sound doctrine and refute those who oppose it. Titus 1:7-9