An image that came to my mind the other day was when Jacob wrestled with God in the night and would not let go until He blessed him. I have found that I am in that same place. I will wrestle with God and my faith, to find out what I believe and how that belief wears clothes and walks and talks.
It is alive or dead? I want The Way, The Life and The Truth to give me a limp so that I may remember the struggle. I want His blessing and will not let go until I have it. I do not think that that is arrogant, though some maybe do. My God has given me gifts, given me new life and given me the joy of wrestling with Him. Jacob wrestled and His name was changed- and a nation was changed. Maybe I am too cocky but I want eleven nations changed. So I wrestle…
