I gotta be honest with ya’ll. I feel like I’ve got nothing to offer by way of great spiritual perspective right now. I should…oh I should. I’ve fasted, I’ve feasted, I’ve focused, I’ve cried, and I’ve tried….and still….I wrestle.
A friend said to me the other day, “Logan, I bless you in your wrestle.”
And I’ve been thinking about that. What it looks like to wrestle well with God? Not turning away, or running away, but just an all out roll-on the-ground-because-I-can’t-seem-to-figure-it-out-but-have-to-get-back-close-to-Him wrestle.
It’s not a piddly thumb wrestle. And it’s not a looks-fancy-but-is-really-fake-blood WWF-style wrestle either. This is like a little boy wrestling with his dad….learning how to really fight, but truth is that you never learn how to fight well if you don’t learn how to wrestle well first. You never learn how to overcome if you don’t hang in til the end.
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