Even in the womb, Jacob struggled with his brother; when he became a man, he even fought with God. Yes, he wrestled with an angel and won. He wept and pleaded for a blessing from him.
Hosea 12:3,4 NLT
I fear the unknown, what lies ahead. It seems too big, overwhelming, intimidating.
In spite of the unfailing love and kindness shown by my Father, who has faithfully supplied every need, I struggle and wrestle and worry.
Will I be enough? Do enough?
Never.
It’s not who I am or what I have done, but Who has promised to be faithful, and with, and work through.
It’s Him.
So I grab on and wrestle and won’t let go, until He touches that part of me that is so independent, and I fall to the ground to rise up changed.
In that change I am weaker to prove He is strong.
I learn to lean.
Learn to trust.
Learn to receive.
those last 5 sentences were my favorite part! well said, Sister!
i love you
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Yes. Here I am two-and-a-half years later, and they still ring true. Thanks for your grace and patience with my reply. I love you MUCH!!!!
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Yes, I will grab on, wrestle and hold on until He touches me!
Thanks for the pick up.
And thank you for the comment. It came through!