I am nothing more than a small child throwing a tantrum because they can't have their way.
I always want to be able to do it myself.
I am on a constant quest for independence.
I am a sinner.
I desire a life apart from God.
Hear my confession.
I confess that I am lost without Christ. I confess that anything I attempt on my own, without Him, I fail. I confess that I want nothing more than complete and utter independence. I confess that I constantly stray from God. I confess that I try to live on my own terms, and fail. I confess that while I desire a life apart from God, I recognize that this isn't possible.
I don't deserve God's grace. I don't deserve for Him to constantly come and find me when I lose my way. But He does. He always does. His grace is endless, His love relentless. I am constantly caught between my own sin, and His grace, a seemingly endless struggle between my will and His.
I am like Israel, constantly running away from God, then returning, seemingly full of repentance.
I am nothing more than a sheep, and
I would be lost without my Shepherd.