Like Jacob, I wrestle.
I wrestle with you the whole night, until that sacred touch upon my joints, the touch that leaves me healed and humble.
I am healed for all my strivings, all my manipulations come to naught, in the recognition that I cannot win my own life, make my own way, find my own destiny, but can only entrust myself to the love and mercy of the one who loves enough to come and wrestle.
And I am left with an eternal reminder, that despite all my axious plans and pursuits, that it is You who creates and sustains.
It is You that attends the daily walk of the crippled one that I am. It is grace that calls me to walk with You.
Like Jacob, I wrestle until I trust the ladder is for real.