Are you Making Godly Choices or Flesh Choices

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We all have free will that was given to us by God...are you treating His gift with precious purity?

Is your will willing to make the correct Christ-like choice or is your will wandering into scorched sin?

Are your choices aligning with God’s aura or are they discombobulated and detached from His direction?

Yes, He gives us free will freely, without question, but we should be questioning our choices before we make them. We should pray deeply before delving into decisions.

Questions to ask...

Would your choice bring peace into my life or chaos?
Does your choice please God or stricken smiles on worldly wiles?
Would your choice cloud your senses with anxiety? Do you see the direction of God clearly without grayness?
Would your decision dictate your life with unnecessary stress and strife?
Does your decision delegate delight in the Lord’s eyes?

Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. Whoever sows to please their flesh, from the flesh will reap destruction; whoever sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life. Galatians 6:7-8

Are you reaping godly choices or flesh choices?

Choose wisely...

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