Thoughts on Grace While Reading Blue Like Jazz

What gets frustrating is the desire to be good but the overwhelming compunction to not. In my own strength I strive to do and think the right way but my flesh is so much stronger than my good self. What I need to realize I will never have enough willpower to do/be the right way. Where I must go with my desired attempts is to Christ - to lay it before him and say, "I want this but I can't do it. Do it for me, through me." He then, in some way I can't explain, changes my inability to even want to do good to an ability to embrace and cherish good. I almost relish in my inability and my proclivity to sin because it throws me back to him. It reveals how much I can't and how much he can.