I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed. Total grump. Probably hormones, probably lack of sleep, probably lots of things. I stomped around, huffed, almost cried a few times.
And then I opened my bible. In my daily reading, this was staring me right in the face:
However, you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God dwells in you… (Romans 8:9)
This was convicting, yes. But also so, so encouraging. I am not a slave to my hormones, who I am in hand-to-hand combat with on the regular. I am a bondservant of Christ. My hormones do not control me or own me, only if I let them. It doesn’t always feel like a choice to not give into the waves of emotion and mood swings, but it really is.
So then, brethren, we are under obligation, not to the flesh, to live according to the flesh- for if you are living according to the flesh, you must die; but if by the Spirit you are putting to death the deeds of the body, you will live. (Romans 8:12-13)
Choosing to sit under this truth today: I belong to Him.
For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!” (Romans 8:15)