Missing U; Like a Nipple is 8

Hi.
I enjoy Karine's writing style.
Kind of poetic.
Kind of not.
Just right.

I read in James tonight that worldly wisdom is demonic; that where there is selfish ambition and vain conceit comes every vile thing.
Anger.
Lack of peace.
Fights.
Stupidity.
I also read in James that hell itself sets the tongue on fire. HELL ITSELF! That's a pretty bad place...or so I hear. Furthermore, every bird, every reptile, every mammal, every creature on this earth can or has been tamed by man; but NO MAN CAN TAME THE TONGUE. "It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison."

I can blame my tongue.
But its my heart that is wicked.
And I can focus on how I'm such a selfish screw up...
But I won't.

God's strength is made perfect through my weakness.
I don't know how to explain that except that it must be grace.

In the words of Ashley Roberts, "I don't get it."

I'm beyond disappointed.
Beyond sorrowful.
Beyond feeling stupid.
An idiot.
A hopeless screw up.
I'm a dog that returns to its own vomit.
What a lovely image.

Is it bad that I'm barely hanging on because I want to believe in hope?
I believe in God.
I believe that HE is God.
I believe that God can work miracles.
I want to have hope that He can work one in me; He is the only one that can break this endless cycle...

"Clap your hands if you believe..."