Paperback Bible flopped open on my lap
Halted by a phrase a fleeting thought
I grasp at it!
.
I catch it!
And peace drops from the ceiling as the new view infiltrates my mind.
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But old belief stands stubborn.
Frustration spreads gut to head,
Wringing my brain like a wet rag.
Aching and groaning, I wrangle it.
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This is re-creation,
a paradigm shift in the making,
a holy wrestling.
He will not let me go until He blesses me.
(Gen. 32:26)
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