I must say that I am like most of you out there. I wait and do my own thing when God says do something else. I act like a spoiled brat, with arms crossed across my chest, refusing to give in. I pout and linger, digging my toe in the ground as if He's going to give in to me. Like I know what's really best for me...like I see the big picture. Haven't I been down this road before? Haven't I said, "I will do better next time?" Man, I do try. And I try real hard and yet, I can't seem to get it right. I guess that is the problem right there. I'm the one that is trying. Me. Not God. I want to hold on the the hurts. I want to make my self heard. Yet, God says, "No. Do it my way. It's not the easiest or the most comfortable way, but IT IS the best way." And yet when I find myself struggling and floundering. And yet again make a mess of things...then and only then do I fall on my knees in repentance, asking God to please forgive me and to give me a
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