My mind is full. It is full of family matters and spiritual matters and physical matters. It is so full that one word forms at a time and I hope it makes sense when it is put together. And yet, with a very very busy mind, I am full of distress but also peace. I have peace and joy underneath. The exterior levels are jumbled and troubled but the underneath is calm. I am a mess but a peaceful mess. Only God can do that. Only He can explain why I need to cry but feel comforted at the same time. Only He can calm the storm in our minds. Only God, who made our brains, can properly coordinate them. Only He can uplift us when we are at our lowest. A busy mind doesn’t have to be a lost mind. Busy isn’t fatal. Being without God while super busy can be.