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Romans 8:6

Romans 8. My garsh this stuff is good!  I mean it's all good but it's especially good to take this in right now.  It's really easy to take this chapter in as a bunch of words I've heard before but looking into the words, there is life to be found. 

Something that stuck out:

6"For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace."
Just last night I had the priviledge of enjoying a fire and good talk with a woman I babysit for and something we were talking about was living according to the Spirit.  Particularly when we lay our own plans at the Lord's feet and say "this is what I think I want, but I know I want what You have planned, so if they line up, great.  But if they don't, please have Your way."
"That's living a Spirit-led life." She said. 
And it made me think. 
Because lately, I don't know if I could say I have been living a Spirit- LED life.  I've been in the Holy Spirit's presence, but I really haven't been listening for His instructions and directions and whispers and leadings in "little" everyday matters lately.  I can't tell you why because I don't know (that's not to say that it's not my fault though- I do make my own choices).  I can tell you that it's been wearing me out.  All this planning, (be it conscious or subconscious) just to have it switched out and shuffled around gets tiring.  Not having my heart and eyes open to how He wants to live and move in my life and through me gets so dull and downright disheartening (not to mention that He's worthy of my praise and attention always - whether I'm feeling it or not). 
But what life and peace there is to be gained in exchange for giving up all the worry and burden that comes with thinking according to the flesh!
That's why it was like somebody turned a light on to illumninate a scene full of brilliant, lively colors when I read that verse. 
. . . "but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace." 
Praise the Lord, it's the truth.

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