Why Is It?

Why is it that I, who could convince anyone in about ten seconds how little I actually know, seem to always think that I know more than the omniscient God about what should or shouldn't have happened?
Why is it that I, who love so selfishly and imperfectly, am always questioning how loving my Savior is being--the One who willingly, joyously, gave His life for His enemies--for me--by the cruelest of tortures?
Why is it that I, whom am constantly spending the excess that God has given me on me, get so upset about the needs in the world that aren't being met?
Why is it that I, who sin every day without even thinking about it and too often after thinking about it, believe that the immutable, righteous, holy, sinless God is in error when He tells me what is sinful and immoral?
Why isn't that I, who don't even know for sure what will happen in the next sixty seconds, believe that the infinite, eternal God has no idea what is best for the future?

Why? Idolatry. I think that I should be god. That I could do a better job. Oh, I would never say it. But my thoughts and actions betray my self-worship. The enemy says, "You shall be like gods." And I embrace his lies.

"God me merciful to me a sinner!"

And graciously He always is. Amazing love.

"Oh, love that will not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee."

"O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to hide from Thee."