Voy a explotar.

It's funny, the way the Lord humbles me when I put my hope in things other than Him. And yet, I realize, it is not Him humbling me, it is myself...humbling me. On my own, I cannot make it. It's like me trying to push my truck to work or school rather than allow the engine to move the truck.

I find myself pushing my truck called life. And not using Christ, my engine, as He was intended to do.

Back to my main point. I put my hope in things that I should not hope in. I hope more for things of this world than I hope for the Kingdom to come. I so want to let go of things, yet my flesh fights to death against it. I look forward to being away. I don't need to think about whatever. Sometimes being a teenager is retarded.

Help My Unbelief.

I would but can’t repent,
Though I endeavor oft;
This stony heart can ne’er relent
Till Jesus makes it soft.
Till Jesus make it soft.

I would but cannot love,
Though wooed by love divine;
No arguments have power to move
A soul as base as mine.
A soul so base as mine.

I would but cannot rest,
In God’s most holy will;
I know what He appoints is best,
And murmur at it still.
I murmur at it still.

Help my unbelief. Help my unbelief.
Help my unbelief.
My help must come from Thee.