Wrestling

A friend of mine put up this post the other day. We’ve talked about it several times since. Every time I look at the picture, and read the post, I cry, or feel like crying.

I’m inhabiting a space with few words right now. Few words and lots of wrestling.

I’m wrestling as I watch friends find healing, and take steps towards God dreams in their lives. I find myself wondering if I’ve been forgotten.

I’m wrestling with the overwhelming full and loud silence.

I’m wrestling with loving, and being loved.

Jacob wrestled with the Lord until He was blessed.

I’m praying for that blessing to come.