There are times when all we could do is wait. Wait in the cover of darkness – the nocturnal noises and the coldness of the night our companion. In the brook of abundance we remain thirsty and desperate. There will be times when all we have are the wild beatings of our heart, and a hunger and a thirst for the blessing that can only come from Him whom all blessings flow.
We wait until the moment comes for us to reveal our deepest, most desperate desires of our heart, and when we see the opportunity we grab hold of it and never let go. Jacob held on with ferocity – with such desperation – for the blessing of God. We expose our hearts to Him who alone can grant its most intimate and despondent pleas.
And we do not fear, for He whom we expose our hearts to – to Him whom we hold with vise-like grip – to Him whom we cling to as if holding on to life itself – He is not threatened, or weakened by our need. He is strength. In Him there is blessing.
We do not worry, for He is strong enough to carry our burdens – lift us up in our weakness. We do not disgust Him. He does not shirk back in – but sees us in our shameless act of begging for His blessing. And in the end, at the break of the morning, we shall declare, “I saw God face to face, and lived to tell the story!”
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