The flesh is weak.

The world feeds our flesh.

The word feeds our Spirit.

There is a battle daily.

Who wins?!?!

Flesh brings death.

Spirit brings life.

Are we living or dying?

Do we choose Jesus?

Or do we choose them?

My heart is beating.

But who is it beating for?

I desire Him.

But I am far away.

My anchor gave way.

I have drifted.

There is hope.

The beams from the lighthouse has reached me.

Daily I must not give in to the lies.

But allow Truth to guide me home.