The War Between Flesh and Blood

I sit in my head. Replaying the days events and am left hopeless and weak and vulnerable.

It was a bad day, the worst in a while. There aren’t many words, only emotions bursting at every pulse and breath.

But I know I have a choice.

I can choose to sit in the place I am in with the emotions swirling around. I can be angry and sad and I can try to handle it all on my own. I can let it control me. I can let it be all I think about.

Or

I can choose to sit at the feet of Jesus with my emotions lifted in my hands to the one who can make them holy. He refines me, and he reminds me. He reminds me of who He is and what he has done. He reminds me that the circumstances of my day are not victorious. Jesus is victorious. I cannot let these things rule me because I do not belong to them or to my emotions. I belong to Jesus. I am his, and He is mine. He is king over my days no matter what happens or what I feel in response to what happens. This life is not about me or what I feel. And it’s certainly too short to give Satan a foothold. This life is about Jesus Christ and him crucified.

How does that change my life and my decisions?

I can choose my flesh. Or I can choose the blood of Jesus.