Wrestling with God

I wrestled with God last night. In fact, I threw every argument in the book at Him. I even tried the crying ruse. Guess who won?

At least one good thing came out of it--I finally figured out why these wrestling matches come so often in the middle of the night, besides the fact that the devil loves darkness and idle minds: God finally has our undistracted attention in the depths of night. Especially in winter. Who's going to get out of a warm bed to watch TV in a cold house? I can't even reach an arm out from beneath my electric blanket to turn on a reading light. So God had me right where He needed me to be.

And once my rantings and arguments were over, He spoke soothing words to my soul, words of Scriptures I had memorized this year, concluding with "Blessed is the one who trusts in You" (Psalm 103).

Psalm 62 says:
For God alone my soul waits in silence;
From Him comes my salvation.
He only is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I will not be greatly shaken.

Thank God that He always wins. As much as I'd like to be King of the Universe, I wouldn't make a very good one.

Therefore my trust is in the Lord, and not in mine own merit;
On Him my soul shall rest, His word upholds my fainting spirit:
His promised mercy is my fort,
My comfort and my sweet support;
I wait for it with patience. I wait for it with patience.
from "From Depths of Woe" by Martin Luther

Care to share any of your own wrestling stories?
Jean