My “Jacob” Life

24 Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him until daybreak. 25 When the man saw that he could not defeat him, he struck Jacob’s hip socket as they wrestled and dislocated his hip.

Genesis 32:24-25

Jacob is one of the most personally relatable people in the Bible for me. Not the whole twin brother thing, but the wanting good things the wrong way.

Jacob sought his father’s blessing, but secured it maliciously and deceitfully. He sought God’s blessing, but it cost him his gait, and he walked with a limp the rest of his life.

So much of my life is like Jacob’s. I seek fulfilment of my good ideas that aren’t necessarily God’s ideas because I push for things to come about my way in my time frame.

And as a result of my failure to submit my will to God’s, many of the things in my life walk with a limp.

It’s almost as if God has to fight daily to remind me not to get too comfortable, or too attached to the things of this world.

This might be a silly example, but last night I was jones-ing for some fried chicken. It’s been years, maybe even decades since I’ve had fried chicken. And to make fried chicken that is kosher for all our food allergies and restrictions, it was nothing short of a miracle that I pulled it off… Except that I didn’t.

I followed the recipe, and still, it came out under cooked on the inside, and over cooked on the outside. So I popped it in the oven to finish up the cooking process, but to add insult to injury, the bit that DID turn out toppled off the counter in my haste to get finished with what turned into an hour and a half of meal prep…

AND shattered my favorite (and only) serving plate.

I could’ve cried.

But it reminded me (and this is why I took a photo) that my little disasters like losing a favorite plate are so incredibly insignificant in light of eternity. And I spend so much time focused on these temporal, flesh-gratifying things and not nearly enough time focused on Kingdom things that have eternal implications.

And you know what? My kids didn’t care. They ate what they were served and lucky for me I made extra mashed sweet potatoes. My husband and I were disappointed, but we didn’t go hungry. It wasn’t the end of the world.

So from that whole fried chicken fiasco, I came away with a deeper understanding of my own faults, and a greater appreciation of who God is, and thankfulness for His provision in my life, and His reminding me to keep my eyes fixed on Christ and my eternity with Him.

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