A Mystery to Me

Early in the morning, your light comes into my room and I know you are with me. You wake me from a deep sleep and open my eyes to a new day of blessings. How many times have I wrestled with you all night, like Jacob at Peniel? Completely alone, I emptied myself out to grapple with you — fighting the very Face of God in my encampment in the brilliance of dawn. You hide your face from me while we tussle but I know it’s you with my blessing. I know I can’t win but still the fight goes on and I won’t let go. Bless me! And you do, but you won’t answer with your name. Jesus, I know it’s you, and I’ll never wrestle with you again for you see me everyday and you know what good I will accomplish for you. It’s a mystery to me, but I wake everyday waiting to discover what it is. That is my blessing: simply waking to your love, your light, and what you have for me hidden away until you reveal yourself to this world. I’ll be ready this time to look upon you clearly, and hear your name shouted across the Heavens.