Here I am Saturday and I am trying to make myself pack for the Lourdes trip. I can do everything but it seems. Had Bible Guys this morning and we are working our way through the very first book, Genesis. We very seldom study Old Testament but I try and suggest it, love the stories. One of the chapters we read today was 32 which includes the story of Jacob wrestling with God.
This is how we learn about God, how He chooses to reveal Himself, these encounters with real people. There never is a list that says God is this and this and this. That would be real tidy. But tidy isn’t big on His priority list apparently. But we have these stories.
Every once in a while there is a story that I can relate to. I so related to this one today where Jacob spends a night wrestling with God and lives to tell the tale. He is injured in the process and always walks with a limp afterward as a reminder I guess, a badge or medal so to speak.
This is what I have done for an extended period now I am seeing, wrestling with God. I live to tell the tale but carry this cancer with me always as a reminder. The important part is done for me. Carrying the cancer afterward I have to remind myself is the reminder of this event, it’s my medal.
Working to prepare for this new adventure: pack, find passport, pray, wonder. Will take you with me, dusty love, Felipe.