Wolf Creek is overflowing its banks, and this normally languorous stream is raging with terrifying ferocity.  The ice that covered the creek all winter is breaking up and crashing downstream with thunderous intensity.  It seems this quiet creek is resisting the transformation, and I get to thinking that letting God transform your mind often requires a similar kind of reshaping. Letting God Transform Your Mind Listening closely, I hear a guttural grinding noise coming from the depths of the creek. I watch as a crack in the submerged ice layer widens, eventually allowing an enormous chunk to break free and cascade downstream. One piece at a time, the ice is…