Lyrics to a song that I can't seem to shake from my thoughts:
"My faith is worn and my hands are tired. My heart is torn between the truth and the liar, so I run cause I'm done and I need you. Your the one that will come to my rescue. My flesh and bones are caught in our war zone." (Building 429)
I am altogether excellent at taking my eyes off of what really matters and onto things that don't. So it should come as no surprise to me when I start feeling my faith grow weak. Unfortunately it's not about just chalking it up to human weakness, because I know that my stubborn pride and vanity get in the way of me spending time doing things that actually matter. Thank God He has shown Himself to be my Truth Whisperer, Rescuer, and Victor over my life. He didn't fail me then and I can rest assured He won't fail me now. That being said, I have a crucial part to play in the middle of this "war zone" and I REFUSE to quit. My flesh obviously is most comfortable when every thought and every moment of my day is spent on me. My soul on the other hand, is in direct opposition to all that my flesh desires. I think of this quote often: C. S Lewis says, "You do not have a soul, You ARE a soul. You have a body" Thankfully, through Christ, my soul is stronger and way more important that my body will ever be. With this assurance, I can walk boldly into tomorrow knowing that God is on my side and my soul will win the battle over my flesh. Thank You God.
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