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?


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.

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Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.

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