Sometimes like Jacob I wrestle
with my demons, my doubts, my frustrations,
my wondering how it will all work out.
But maybe that is what it takes,
those moments of struggle to make it
through to the other side,
to joy and wonder and awe and light and love.
And laughter. Don’t forget the laughter.
Or the tears.
God is present to us and with us and for us
through it all.
God is present through our friends and family
Together we struggle. Together we live.
And on waking I am content
in the loving
(if sometimes mischevious)
presence of God.
Inspired by Genesis 32 and Psalm 17