Spirit and Flesh

It is a beautiful, sunny day. We haven't seen much of the sun lately, so it's a pleasant sight. It should make me blissfully happy. It's nice, don't get me wrong, but I'm tired and I'm sad and I'm down in the dumps. Truthfully I been feeling this way for a while now. I've blamed the weather. I've tried to explain it away. I've tried to find a specific reason. I've tried to force the feelings to go away. None of that is working.

The phrase that came to me this morning was "the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak". And I wonder, is my spirit truly willing to move through this funk . . . again? Thankfully, I believe the answer is yes. I just wonder what I keep doing wrong to have these recurring blahs, blues, funks, dumps -- whatever you want to call them. 

But there is a lesson in everything I experience. Sometimes it takes a long time to understand that lesson. There is something to be learned from this time -- this place -- these feelings. And anything that turns me closer to God is a blessing.

I square my shoulders. I look these feelings in the eye. And I say, "I am willing."

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