_______Wrestling with God

I wrote this poem in college soon after I decided to follow Christ instead of myself.  In the July 2008 blog entry, I described it as "a very conscious struggle between me and God."  Can't tell you how thankful I am that God didn't give up on me even when I told him I didn't want Him!



Wrestling with God

That night I lay in the dark and I wrestled with God.
We disagreed on where my life should go.
I wanted everything:
the world, myself.
He just wanted me.
I told Him I didn't want Him.
I was too important for that.
(Those were the times He let me think that I was winning.)
He told me He just wanted me.
And He never gave up.
In the end, His will was stronger than mine.
Because He won, I felt that I had lost.
I can see now that I won also.