It means accepting that God is not a problem to be solved, but a person to be known. And like any person worthy of the name, He retains the right to be mysterious, to resist our categories, to wound us with love.
And you will walk away—changed, wounded, and somehow whole. We Who Wrestle with God - Perceptions of the Di...
And it means embracing the limp. The goal of the wrestling match is not to pin God to the mat. The goal is to hold on long enough to hear Him whisper a new name over us—even as our hip gives way. To everyone reading this who has lain awake at 3 a.m., arguing with a God who feels both absent and intrusive; to everyone who has closed a Bible in frustration only to open it again the next morning; to everyone who has lost an old version of faith and is terrified that nothing new will rise to take its place— It means accepting that God is not a
“We who wrestle with God” is not a confession of weakness. It is a badge of honor. And it means embracing the limp
