I am...unable.

I wish I was stronger. I wish I didn't fall so often. I wish I gave way to distractions and temptations less. But I am not and I can't.

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.
2 Cor 12:9

His power is made perfect in weakness. Not better, but perfect.
It's a mind-boggling thing.

Maybe, just maybe, I am getting there where God's power can be perfected, when I am able to boast of my weakness.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
Psalm 121:1-4
He does not slumber.