When has abundance ever been enough? When have I ever been satisfied with more? Has "plenty" ever been plenty? No, never, not to my satisfaction. I have never been content, no matter what I had. So why do I celebrate the extra I have or withhold from those in need? Why does part of me still crave the forbidden morsel when so many of God’s children are starving? What part of me makes me want brownies though they will not contribute to my wellness or strength? Rebellion? Self-will? Why does this part of me have to keep being put in its cage, "crucified daily" as it were? I believe it is because I am made out of meat, and am, by nature, prone to rottenness. This meat of my humanness or "flesh" has to be put in its place before I can assume my proper role as spiritual occupant of the vehicle. The flesh is the vehicle, and as such, it has no business driving! I choose to put my vehicle under my will, and my Higher Power over it where He belongs, in the driver's seat.
“I am crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me.” (Galatians 2:20)
