“Then Jacob was left alone; and a Man wrestled with him until the breaking of day.”
–Genesis 32:24, nkjv
Whether we know it or not, or even want to admit it, at some point we all wrestle with God. I know I did. Even when becoming a believer.
I was a young teen when I was first introduced to Jesus. Trying to wrap my head around who He is, I remember looking at the cross that hung above the baptistry in my church, doing my best to feel something, anything. But it wasn’t until an altar call one Sunday morning, that I stumbled forward, confessing to my pastor, “I’ve lost Jesus and can’t find Him anywhere,” that Jesus found me.
Jesus…found…me…. I am still surprised by that.