When the Spirit Is Willing, but the Flesh Is Weak.

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There are moments in life when faith is not the absence of fear. Faith is choosing to keep walking while fear is screaming louder than hope.

Today was one of those days for me.

I stood in my kitchen preparing meals for the week ahead. Chopping vegetables, cooking chicken, measuring rice—trying to focus on something simple. I wanted my mind to rest. I wanted, just for a moment, to think about nothing except the food in front of me.

But life doesn’t always give us that luxury.

My mind drifted back to my finances.

To the rent that still hangs over my head.

To the balance that seems impossible to erase.

Every paycheck feels like I’m pouring water into the sand. I make a payment, and somehow it still feels like I’m standing in the exact same place. I work long hours. I am grateful beyond words that God has provided me with a job after walking through such a dry season. Yet if I’m honest, there are moments when I wonder if what I earn will ever be enough to catch up with what I lost.

Those thoughts are exhausting.

Then the questions begin.

“What if I never get ahead?”

“What if this is as far as I go?”

“What if it’s over?”

Those are the moments when my flesh begins speaking louder than my faith.

Jesus understood that battle better than anyone. In the Garden of Gethsemane, He told His disciples:

“The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

Matthew 26:41

I understand those words differently today than I ever have before.

My spirit wants to believe.

My spirit knows God is faithful.

My spirit remembers every prayer He has answered, every door He has opened, every miracle I didn’t deserve.

But my flesh…

My flesh sees numbers.

My flesh sees overdue balances.

My flesh sees bills.

My flesh sees silence.

My flesh looks at my Amazon dashboard and sees zero book sales today.

It looks at my music and wonders if anyone will ever hear the songs God placed in my heart.

It whispers that maybe all of this work has been for nothing.

But God…

God sees what I cannot.

He sees every devotional waiting to land in the hands of someone desperate for hope.

He sees every song waiting for the right church, the right worship team, the right moment when someone’s broken heart will hear the lyrics and remember that Jesus still saves, still heals, and still restores.

He sees what I call “zero” as the beginning.

The world measures success by what is visible.

God measures faithfulness by obedience.

Noah built an ark before there was rain.

Abraham walked before he saw the promise.

Moses stretched out his staff before the sea opened.

The miracle always comes after obedience.

So today, instead of measuring my life by sales, downloads, balances, or bank accounts, I choose to measure it by one simple question:

Have I remained faithful?

The answer is yes.

My books are published.

My music is written.

The prayers are spoken.

The seeds have been planted.

Now I trust God with the harvest.

Maybe you’re reading this while carrying your own impossible burden.

Maybe you’re looking at bills that don’t make sense.

Maybe you’ve worked harder than ever and still feel like you’re standing still.

Maybe you’ve prayed until you have no words left.

If that’s you, know this:

The same God who parted the Red Sea still makes a way where there seems to be no way.

He has not forgotten your name.

He has not misplaced your prayers.

He has not abandoned your future.

There are seasons when all we can do is keep showing up, keep obeying, keep trusting, and keep believing that what God started, He is faithful to finish.

Today, my flesh feels weak.

But my spirit refuses to quit.

Because my hope has never been in my paycheck.

My hope has never been in book sales.

My hope has never been in numbers.

My hope has always been—and will always be—in Jesus Christ.

And if He can open a sea, He can certainly make a way through the impossible places in my life.

So I’ll keep writing.

I’ll keep singing.

I’ll keep serving.

I’ll keep believing.

Because the story isn’t over.

The Author, is still writing it.

—MC©️

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