It often saddens me when I realize all over again how much my flesh rules how I live. Growing up in my family with dad’s emotions ruling how he most often responded to us made me despise man’s emotions and how he let his emotions treat others. I made up my mind even as a child that I was never going to live this way. I was going to be Christ-like as best I could. Dad is long gone and I’m soon to be a quarter of a century old. I all to often let my emotions/flesh take charge of my reactions. No, it doesn’t look like my dad, but it sure does look like me.

My entries of late have defined the battles of flesh and living life in the past week or so. My nephew’s cancer, my brother’s cancer (even though it was not severe as his sons), my older brother’s heart condition, the crazy social media hack, all was making me wonder where God was? Am I falling back into all of those years when God didn’t care for me as I believed for way too many years? I knew better, but my mind still wondered into these thoughts.

Today’s time with God has confirmed all over again for me how much I need to TRUST and put this TRUST ahead of any of flesh’s responses. To recognize the attack, reject it and then replace it with the TRUTH of God’s promises. So many of God’s promises are found in the Spiritual realm not in our flesh. That is why TRUST/FAITH/BELIEF have to stay grounded as I live each day in my flesh. I thanked God for these reminders this morning for HE IS GOOD not matter what life in our flesh offers!