There are days in my life where I feel such an overwhelming sense of my flesh. If I’m being honest, I am disturbed at just how much I cater to its needs. I imagine some of you know are nodding your heads in agreement. I find myself choosing to do things that have no eternal significance when I could be making a difference in someone’s life. Or, my personal favorite is eating too much of the not so good stuff and not enough of the good stuff. Why is it that cookies taste so much better than fruit? Years ago I realized that I focus too much on crucifying my flesh. Instead of concentrating on what I don’t do, I should be setting my sights on becoming more like Christ in all I say and do. Because when I feed my spirit, the flesh starves.