Jacob was alone by the river Jabbok
It was growing dark
As a man stepped from the shadows
And wrestled with him until daybreak.
We may often find ourselves alone
By our own river Jabboks
Struggling to win through
Fighting to keep going.
Wrestling with our fears
With our doubts and uncertainties
With our questions and lack of answers
With our past and our future.
In the lonely places
On the paths of shadows
In the times when we have nothing to distract us
Wrestling to be the people
We wish we could be
Wrestling with the realities
With the lack of splendour in everyday life.
Jacob wrestled until daybreak
And as the wrestling went on
He realised he was struggling with God
The God who was doing his best to bring change.
Jacob walked away with a limp
And a brand new name
He had become – one who wrestles.
And to this day, the wrestling goes on…