Thanks for writing this brother. I never picked up on this aspect of Jacob / Israel's life, despite the fact I've read Genesis multiple times! It's a humbling reminder of the necessity for us to run to Christ and stop thinking we can go our own way.
I couldn't help upon reading this to feel a surge of biblical parallels rose within me: limps and thorns, stutters and blindness, fear and denial - all combining into a chorus of weakness.
I walk with Jacob’s limp, a mark of wrestling turned to blessing; like Paul’s thorn, a humbling gift where Your power shines; like Moses, my stammering soul finds Your voice; like Gideon, my small faith wins Your victory; like the blind man, my wounds display Your glory; like Peter, my denial turns to love’s commission.
O Lord, You do not make me superhuman, but in my weaknesses - my limps, my thorns - Your strength is made perfect (2 Corinthians 12:9). On the impossible edge, I meet Your touch; in the field, I glean grace from my flaws. As I offer this day’s basket - bright blooms and bruised fruits - let it be my boast in what humbles me.
With less of me, there is more of You (Matthew 5:3). Keep me walking in Your light, known and loved by Truth Himself, a chorus of weakness singing Your power. Amen.
“He met God face-to-face and went back to being himself.”
Thank you. Relatable. You write led by the Holy Spirit with a sense of urgency toward man and the honor and grace of God.
Thanks for writing this brother. I never picked up on this aspect of Jacob / Israel's life, despite the fact I've read Genesis multiple times! It's a humbling reminder of the necessity for us to run to Christ and stop thinking we can go our own way.
I couldn't help upon reading this to feel a surge of biblical parallels rose within me: limps and thorns, stutters and blindness, fear and denial - all combining into a chorus of weakness.
I walk with Jacob’s limp, a mark of wrestling turned to blessing; like Paul’s thorn, a humbling gift where Your power shines; like Moses, my stammering soul finds Your voice; like Gideon, my small faith wins Your victory; like the blind man, my wounds display Your glory; like Peter, my denial turns to love’s commission.
O Lord, You do not make me superhuman, but in my weaknesses - my limps, my thorns - Your strength is made perfect (2 Corinthians 12:9). On the impossible edge, I meet Your touch; in the field, I glean grace from my flaws. As I offer this day’s basket - bright blooms and bruised fruits - let it be my boast in what humbles me.
With less of me, there is more of You (Matthew 5:3). Keep me walking in Your light, known and loved by Truth Himself, a chorus of weakness singing Your power. Amen.
Well done!
Love your extra pics too😎