The bible speaks of two lives. One sustained by blood flow, another resurrected by Blood that flowed.
It’s a struggle, to say the least—following the Spirit.
Feeling conviction this morning for my salty attitude last night toward my best friend. (The man I want to love.)
I get lost in the word “flesh”—as if my literal body is the source of sin: my achy back, sore feet, craving for more potato chips.
It’s not skin & bones, heart & lungs tripping me up. It’s my bare-bone desire to sin. My stiff neck doesn’t want to turn. And it burns to say the words. And my “heart” breaks at the way I ignore Love.
It is the Spirit giving love, joy, peace, kindness, goodness, patience, self-control—life! My desires get me nowhere.
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