There’s a constant tug of war going on inside of me.
Do I please my flesh, or do I pursue the spirit?
Do I choose love, or do I retaliate? Do I wait or do I go? Do I go or do I yield?
I could watch that movie, read that book, go to that party. It’s not a big deal. It’s permissible. But will it simply feed my flesh or strengthen my spirit?
I could sleep in a little, skip that tithe this one time, pass on that meeting just this week.
God will understand. His grace will still abound.
But it’s a tug of war, a daily decision, a choice.
I ordered the wrong dose of Tylenol once. No biggie. No one knew. The kid survived. The nurse forgot to double check it. It was a small compromise that no one noticed, a minor letting down of the guard.
But what if it had been ketamine or potassium chloride? What if over time the small compromise became a habit?
People would notice. It would make a difference. The kid could die.
There’s a battle going on between my flesh and my spirit. Some decisions won’t seem like such a big deal, but over time, they could be fatal.
It’s up to me to decide. It’s up to me to remember.
The flesh is dead. The spirit is alive.
Another day. Another opportunity. Another battle won.
How about you?
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