When Jacob wrestled with God to be blessed, he contorted into every imaginable position of strain, opposition and disgrace. His sinews loosened and tightened, he sweated, he grunted, he exclaimed, he gritted his teeth, he bore the weight of God on his body, hellbent that he would be blessed. He must have gone through thousands of wrestling positions on that long and bloody night. But there is one thing he did not do, he did not let go. Wrestling as we all know is a contact sport, an activity of constant physical connection.
In my story I have sought to live without God, he wrestled me then. Then I have sought and chased God with everything that I have. I have wrestled him, I have cried, I have exclaimed, whispered nearly defeated under my breath. Every single day since reconnecting with God. I have gone back to praise him, to pound on the gates of heaven, I have with a dry throat sobbed in his bosom, I have pleaded and pleaded for healing. Until one day, on a day called today, like Jacob, my blessing arrived on the crest of a wave. After spending 2 and a half hours this early morning, in prayer, praise and reading the bible, in close fellowship with him. Something changed….. God poured out his blessing on me. I have peace of mind. I am prosperous with my time.
With every contortion and new wrestling position we find as we fight God for our peace, our mental health, our psychological healing, we must hold on until we find the wrestling position that allows us to win. To win a blessing with deep roots. And we see then that our wrestling was something like a spiritual osteopathy. Helping us find the right posture for life.
©2021 Tendayi Sutherland
