Succeptible

Even while I'm feeling the desire to feed my flesh, I am making the hard choice to believe God's promises. At the time being, my heart is waging war against my mind, giving its all to hold what it holds dear and fight the lies my mind is trying to believe. I choose to lean on God for every desire in my feminine heart and allow Him to meet my needs as person. My flesh is succeptible to it's tendencies, but it can only grow if I feed it. But I refuse to do that. With the sharp, double-edged Sword, I'll cut down everything that is not of God and submit to my Gardner to grow fruit once again.

As I attempt to sleep, I pray that God will transform and renew my mind.

He said joy comes in the morning.

C'mon, Sunrise. Come quick.

I want to bear fruit for my Maker that is sweet to His taste, brings Him great pleasure, and allow His people to take of what He's grown in me, eat, and have a constant longing for everything that is God. I want God's people to see God when they see me.

I have a long way to go.

I want to be there now.

But I must be patient in getting there.

So today, I'll focus on my Maker and submitting to His Gardening tools, enduring the pain and smiling in great and giddy anticipation of His presence in the process.

The joy of the Lord is my strength.

When I am afraid, I will trust in God.

God cannot lie.

Joy will come in the morning.

God gives new mercies every day.

I am God's beloved bride.

He is jealous for the Spirit He has placed in me.

He alone is my fulfillment.

He can satisfy my every longing.

His pursuit is tangible.

His love is real.

He is enough.

And always will be.

His validation is enough.

(deep breaths)

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