I’ve had too much to write about and have been too busy to write it. We had an exciting home group gathering this past Wednesday which I hope to get to later. But for now:
It is hard to describe what happened; I have not felt prayers in such a physical way since the days of the Toronto Blessing. If the neighbors observed me, they would have seen a strange, strange person thrashing around in the hot tub. Moaning. Doubling over. Crying. Hitting the hot tub itself (which hurt) and moving on to punch the water. Swearing at God with words which, if taken out of context, merely sound profane.
It was one of the most profound times of prayer I have ever had. Ever.
Like Jacob, I insisted, “I will not let you go until you bless me.” Jacob never forgot this time because he walked with a limp for the rest of his life. Not wanting to forget my own experience, I went out that afternoon and got my ear pierced. It’s not a limp, but is still a reminder I carry on my body.