Prisoner of Hope

…I BEG Him to keep wrestling me, just like He did Jacob, until all I see is His glory, majesty, and hope.

Here’s the thing about asking this. While I have more to celebrate as Christ delivers me, I also must wrestle with my own pride. Because the more I see Jesus, the more He opens my eyes to my sin. The more He makes me righteous, the more my unrighteousness stands out. It tempts me to crawl back to wallowing in “I am not enough”, instead of shouting from the rooftops “my GOD is enough!”…