Thirteen. Jacob

A lone

And he arrived full force until the break of day.

A fight

And I pushed back with full resistance until the relent of weight.

A touch

And he put with strife my hinges right out of place.

A cry

And I wouldn’t [ I couldn’t ] let go until and unless the blessing came.

A Name

And he extended favor, extended deliverance, he extended grace.

A wound

And I limp by way of You, the hurter that heals, the One who gives, the one who takes away.

A love

That we all shall see soon, face to face.

“…For it is far better for the sons of God to be blessed, though mutilated and half destroyed, than to desire that peace in which they shall fall asleep, or than they should withdraw themselves from the presence of God…” -John Calvin on Genesis 32

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