Wrestling with my kids...

My boys are so much fun. Wrestling with my three-year-old and my one-year-old is becoming a true joy for me. Why? Because I kick butt. Of course I hold back a lot and let them start to win (even letting them "win" other times) so that have some fun beating up on dad. But when I've had enough, I just up and move them out of my way.

I recently looked at Jacob and his wrestling match with God. The passage says this: "And a man wrestled with him until the breaking of the day. When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he touched his hip socket and Jacob's hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him" (Genesis 32.24b-25).

I picture God holding back as he wrestles with me. I have fun during those matches, at times, while other times they frustrate me. And when we've gone long enough, he just does what he has to do to remind me that he's the one in charge. And honestly: I wouldn't have it any other way.