A Pulchritudinous Commentary on Feelers and Thinkers

Being a natural feeler, exploring the depths of my emotions comes relatively easy (except for the fact that I'm not a intuitive or thinking type personality, so it just takes me longer to understand where my emotions are coming from). But for those who are primarily thinkers, I know it must be incredibly hard to tap into their hearts rather than come at their emotions from a logical point of view.

And then there are the massive feelers who cannot think logically past the depth of emotions that they are feeling. It is to these that I offer my empathic sympathies. I understand with total clarity what it is to feel lost in a swirl of emotion and not know how to crawl out of the nebulous oblivion. I think the prophet Jeremiah must have been one such as these for him to be known as the "weeping prophet". Not to say that thinkers have no ability to weep, but feelers are just much more easily attuned to their emotions, therefore giving them a greater conduit in which the Lord can impress His emotions on in order to be the chief intercessor/prophet for a nation.

This is really kind of a random blog, but these are just thoughts pursuing me at this late hour.

To these deep feelers, I say don't be afraid to open up and ask the Lord to feel the emotions that He has for you and for others. But don't forget to climb up out of the swirl eventually and think about the practicals of life.

To the deep thinkers, I applaud your gifting and I say don't be afraid to reason with the Lord in a most Holy way and enjoy the logic that comes from your mind meeting His incomprehensability. But don't forget to climb up out of the swirl of your logical thought and flex your heart muscles through the communion of exploring the emotions of God.

There's a lot to be said for the meeting of mind and heart. If only the feelers could use their brain more, and if only the thinkers could use their heart more.

May we always strive (in a good way) to sharpen each other in our giftings. Both are God given, but both need each other so as to not become singularly focused on one or the other.

Suddenly I feel like a "Dear Abby" article in the newspaper, except without the question portion of the entry.

I hope these musings bless someone out there. . .