I can do it myself!

As I was cleaning up the dinner dishes this afternoon, I came to the conclusion that everybody, whether he is the president of the United States or a school janitor, has something to prove. He may have to prove that he can lead a nation or keep a clean floor, but he is going to make sure he does a good job. I myself will admit that I want others to have faith in my abilities. I get upset when my sister tries to help me in the kitchen because I want everybody to praise me for my achievements and to see that "I can do it myself!" It's a sinful desire in all our hearts.

One area in which we try to prove ourselves is in salvation. We don't want God to take control and so attempt to downplay the gift He gave us through His Son. The Law, if kept perfectly, provides a way of salvation. However, no one can keep it all because we are sinners. Unfortunately, we are slaves to that Law before Christ intervenes. The point is, we try to prove ourselves competent even in the realm regarding our souls.

As you go about your daily activities, think about your actions. Think about what they mean and if you are serving God with them. If you are not, you are probably serving yourself and trying to prove that you don't need Him and that you can do it yourself.

"And now, O Israel, what does the LORD your God ask of you but to fear the LORD your God, to walk in all his ways, to love him, to serve the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul" (Deut. 10:12).

"She Don't Tell Me To"

Every now an' then, on my home,
I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
I go out with my boys all right,
But most of the time I call it a night before they do,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
Sunday mornin', I'm in church,
An' my butt an' my back an' necktie hurt, but I'm in the pew,
She don't tell me to.

Any other woman I know would have tried,
To control me and it would be over.
Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude.
All of that stubborness melts away,
When I wake with her head on my shoulder,
An' I know I've got to love her,
Until my life is through,
'Cause she don't tell me to.

Well, I got demons and I've got pride,
But when I'm wrong, I apologise like she's mine to lose,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
Well, I got dreams in this heart of mine,
But nothin' that I wouldn't lay aside if she asked me to.
'Cause she don't tell me to.
An' she don't even know,
That she keeps lookin' for the next right thing to do,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
Yeah, yeah.

Any other woman I know would have tried,
To control me and it would be over.
Plannin' on my goin' on my own way attitude.
And all of that stubborness melts away,
When I wake with her head on my shoulder,
An' I know I've got to love her,
Until my life is through,
What else can I do?
What else can I do?
Whoa, I love her,
'Cause she don't tell me to.
She don't tell me to.

Every now an' then, on my home,
I stop at a spot where the wild flowers grow, an' I pick a few,
Yes I do.