Then the Lord showed me that door in Egypt with the blood sprinkled over and around it. It was a new and blessed thought to me. The world is dead to me and I am dead to the world, You cannot enter under the blood, they backed off. But I simply pointed to the blood over the door of my mind. I thought on the blood whenever they come and soon their power was gone and they ceased their visitation,my mind had rest as I committed all to God and thought on the blood.
Thoughts are bold and daring things as well as strong and persistent.
The keep up a din and chatter straining the nerves and chilling the heart. Fear dashes into the mind and holds us fast. Anxiety and nervousness appear and drive off rest and keep one sleepless all night long for nothing. Doubt is let in and allowed to speak blowing out every light,and filling the room with darkness. Trouble, many faced, many handed, will fill the mind, and stay all day, and return in the morning by the time you open your eyes.